Broken Hips and the Like

Again, my grandma fell and broke her hip, but it was the other hip this time, and the fracture wasn’t as bad. She had surgery yesterday and it went well. I was even able to make it to my class on time.

Right now I am trying to figure out how to write a quiz for my students that isn’t too hard, but that they can’t pass unless they read book. I hate grading quizzes, but I know some of my students weren’t reading and some of them hadn’t even bought the book. I figure this is the best way to make sure they have the materials they need for the rest of the course.

On Saturday at 11, I am going to start learning how to meditate. For the cost of 3-6 fresh flowers, $35, and four hours of my time, I am going to learn a technique involving East Indian music. I am hoping that meditation will work for me, because I think sometimes that meditation can allow us to enter into a new prayer life that we previously couldn’t access. At the very least, it produces clarity of thought. Meditation sort of reminds me of the early Jesus prayer that is said repetitively along the knots of a prayer rope: Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. The point is that you say it until it becomes a part of your thought life, so that you are thinking it almost as surely as if you are breathing. My point in all of this, is that I am hoping that I can meditate in order to calm my thoughts and my biorhythms to the point where I can actually concentrate on one thing for longer than 30 seconds.

At any rate, I need to make that quiz, so I can go see my grandma before class.

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