The Dog Days

The Dog Days cause us to pant and drool as we sit on our couches in air-cooled rooms. If we are lucky. I have been so frustrated with my Mac. It froze and I had to take it in to the Apple Store, where it had almost a week's vacation. Then I picked it up and it hadn't been properly fixed. So I shared my elevated blood pressure with the store manager. "You're lucky. You hit me at the right time. I'm gonna give you a new one." Thanks, I think. But that means I have to haul the old one back into the store and wait while they transfer the old data onto the new one. Then I have to learn how to use the new one.

Reminds me of incarnation and how it works. You get a new life. But first they transfer your old data into the new one. That is called karma, I believe. And learning how to use the new life involves diapers and drool. As at the beginning, so at the end.

We are a funny species. Mired in brain cells, we are still unable to learn our lessons. Brains, like computers, break down, and we are left with lots of unfinished business.

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