Sunday 09/01/2024
Did my usual Sunday things — does it count as a ritual? I wrote about having your own private rituals in To Thrive, and no, my unvarying Sunday routine isn’t a ritual. The difference between a ritual and a habit or custom, I said, is that the ritual is done at least as much for a symbolic meaning as for its practical effect. (I remember being rather proud of myself for figuring that out.) I don’t do the NYT puzzle, or water the plants, to represent something other than puzzling or watering. But I digress.
Next, still on the hunt for decent fruit, I walked to California avenue for the market. Found some acceptable pluots and some yellow raspberries. Took a Lyft back, so only 3 miles for the day.
Peeled and chopped up the fruit I had collected in a nice metal bowl borrowed from the 6th floor kitchen, and put it in the kitchen refrigerator for Monday afternoon. Did some music practice.
Looked ahead at pending events, I have an SFJazz concert on Thursday, and a play a week from Friday, and an extra ticket for each. I see the concert on Thursday, Hiromi, is sold out. I emailed my neighbor Joanne to join me for the play on the 13th. I need to find somebody who appreciates jazz to join me for the concert.
Codgerville 