First, it was the biting pinecone. Then, I stepped on a big honkin piece of glass -- in my own apartment. Ther ewas blood and limping. It was very sad. Then I burnt my thumb on a pair of superheated jumper cables. (Apparently I was supposed to ground the negative...) It's been just a terrible week, injury-wise. Although I enjoyed everything else.
Went to Tassajara Zen Mountain resort. It was lovely. I hiked, swam, fell into a stream (*didn't* hurt myself), ate delicious vegatarian cuisine, and sat three periods of zazen. I'd go back in a heartbeat.
I'm hanging in Santa Cruz with Stacy and Michael, who are taking good care of me by feeding me bread with garlic and several glasses of crisp white wine. The beach was fabulous - no great white sharks around at all. The weather rocks. Too bad we can't any of us afford real estate. We could just hang in the sun and BBQ in style, all summer long.
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