Getting in touch with my inner Meme

I lied. I told Cookiecrumb that I would post this last night.

Blame it on William Petersen, or Chris Rock, or just plain ol’ blog depression cuz lord knows I wanna strangle everyone who’s got time to post every single day of the freakin’ year. (No I don’t. Not really. Well, not so much, anyway. Perhaps just a gentle strangle.)

Anyway, point is, Cookiecrumb, who I promise I don’t want to strangle, tagged me for what has to be this season’s most amusing meme. It goes something like this:

1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
5. Tag five people to do the same.

Actually, it goes exactly like that. In fact, I cut and pasted the instructions because, hey, do I look like someone with time to reinvent the wheel? I can’t even post every day!

So, off I went, into my archives, and what should I find but this for my 23/5 sentence:

“Except for our favorite dim sum joint, of course.”

It’s from an IMBB post about cooking with tea in which I bemoan the fact that most restaurants just don’t serve good tea. Well, except for our favorite dim sum joint, of course.

The dim sum joint, I should point out, is several hundred miles away and we haven’t visited it in months.

Which brings me to my (ahem) supposedly Zen-like pondering and the following realization:

I have misplaced my Buddha nature.

I’ve looked for it. I mean, it could be in a drawer somewhere, or in the back of the car next to the dog frisbee. Then again, it could be gone for good. In fact, I’m beginning to think The Cat’s eaten it.

This is all rather sad. See, once, I was so very in touch with my Buddha nature that I was a regular bodhisattva. Or at least I strived to be one, which was, in a sense, like striving to be someone who is striving. I strive to strive, I would tell people, and then they’d just look at me funny, at which point I’d say “I think I’ll go sit now.” And they’d assume I meant grab a chair and read the paper, and, well, that whole sitting thing got very tricky because my mind is just plain messy. I mean clutter from here to next week. Not to mention bad 80s song lyrics.

Oh, the samsara of it all.

So now I must contemplate, many miles away from my favorite dim sum joint: just how do I find what I’ve lost. (Seriously, you’d think an island would be a perfect place for stress cases like me to distress, but you’d think wrong. Does the phrase “stir crazy” ring a bell? Ah well, at least we’ll be safe here when the pandemic hits. Yup. Gotta love that gallows humor, so necessary when one has lost one’s Buddha nature…)

Five minutes goes by…

And another five…

You know, contemplation in front of the computer screen just isn’t all that effective, is it? Plus The Cat is whining at me. (Give me back my Buddha nature, Cat, before I –)

Five more minutes.

Nope. Not working.

Oh, wait! I know! Chopper? Tonight we’re making dim sum!

Ah, much better now. I think I’ll go check my web stats.

Taggity tag tag:

I’m going to be lazy evil mischievous just like Cookiecrumb and not send out a tag notice…. so, if you see your blog below: Tag! You’re it!

Sweetnicks at sweetnicks
Shauna at gluten-free girl
Anthony at spiceblog
Stephen at stephen cooks
Biscuit Girl at you gonna eat all that

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