it’s tax time. that may seem strange for a monday in july – but not for me or for nms. this morning i spoke with the accountant who does my taxes, the business taxes and my boss’s taxes – we both agreed it was time to wrap up the tax thing for 2010. . . . his name is henry & he’s the coolest accountant on the planet. i can’t remember a time that i spoke with henry & he didn’t question why i wasn’t married – and then follow up with some advice on what i should be doing to meet mr. right. before ending our phone conversation today, henry said, “you need to start going outside every day for lunch. spend at least 1 hour outside – everyday – and you will meet someone.”
i decided to take henry’s advice and took a walk around 12:30. on 50th street an indian man with a curious hat came walking towards me. his headdress was something like a cross between a turban and a tall white chef’s hat. i had never seen anything quite like it before. as he passed me he slowed his pace, looked me in the eye and said “you have a very lucky face.”
it was very hot out today & when i arrived home i changed out of my jeans and into a new pair of shorts. there was something in the front pocket of my shorts. i wondered what it could be since i had never worn the shorts before. it felt like a rock but i couldn’t be sure because i couldn’t get to it. i took the shorts off and took a closer look. the rock was sewn into the pocket lining. i was curious to know why there was a rock sewn into the pocket lining of my new shorts and i also wanted it gone. i hated to have to cut open the fabric to remove the rock but saw no other option.
here are my new shorts inside out with the hole i had to cut to remove the rock:
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here is the rock:
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i wonder if these types of things happen to others.
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“When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.”
– Peace Pilgrim
Thanks for tanikg the time to post. It’s lifted the level of debate
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debate?
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