Brewed Beverage of Choice: A Pint of employee owned, Full Sail Nugget while listening to Rage Against The Machine’s The Battle for Los Angelas (On the Anniversary of the Haymarket Square Riot in Chicago and the eve of the Bayview massacre in Milwaukee.)
I have always put stock in the philosophy that a comfortable home will always quell lethargy. It is easy to succumb to the bully, lethargy, and his Woim, laziness here in Portland during the winter. (If you do not get the Woim reference, you have not watched enough Little Rascals…) The greyness can beat you down if you are not careful, or if you are like me suffer from S.A.D. People have different ways to combat this menace. This past winter my combat seemed as useful as our present leader. That is til spring arrived and lethargy looked like Wile E. right before he plummeted to his cartoonish fate.
Today I decided to put my bed in the back room which is just barely big enough to fit a full size bed. This room is technically a closet in my small, Confucian monk studio. But I felt I was too confined in my home. My bed was my couch was my reading chair was my listening station was my table for eating. It has gotten to the point where I do not want to be home most of the time because there is no escape in such a small environ.
With just the move on one piece of furniture, the room opened. A bit of exaggeration is to say it feels as open as a Roman coliseum. But that is how it feels. I now have two chairs to sit in and read my books or write my friends and family, a feat rarely seen in my world lately. The dog’s bed is out of a footpath and next to a window so she can watch her birds in her zen meditation. I have a monkish dog apparently. In fact I am so excited about this turn around that I have neglected my siesta. Poor, poor Confucian Brewer.
To be honest I like the monkish lifestyle. It is peaceful and quite satisfying, when there is proper space. Now when I wake I will not have to look at my living/dining/library/whatever room. Unfortunately for me I will have to look at my ugly mug! But just the sight of that will make me get out of bed faster. So lethargy, meet thy doom! And take that pesky Woim with you. All he does is repeat what you say anyway.
Prost!
the confucian brewer