Wednesday 5.57 p.m.
                                 Yesterday I peeled back the carpet which was laid down along the central path in the allotment to kill all the grass a couple of months ago, and dug up the wee bit that you can see in the photies. I felt fine walking home and told myself that I would be able to go for a run later on. Later on, I was dead crabbit and completely knackered. Couldn't believe it.
                                  The sweat was running down over the front of my glasses and my tee shirt was so wet with sweat that I had to take if off before going home. Dearie me. Still, it's not even an hour's steady work. Thank God I never had to do a proper day's work in my life. You'd really be exhausted at night, so you would.
                                 

Monday 8.50 p.m.
                            Poisonous rang my mobile phone today. Anyone ringing my mobile phone is unusual. Poisonous says that he cannot see people properly. He cannot remember what they look like. This would be a problem is you were trying to visualise the Medicine Buddha. I have this problem as well. I cannot visualise the Medicine Buddha. So we're all on the spectrum, of folk who cannot visualise other folk. I cannot play the piano. I'm sure if I tried quite hard I'd be able to hammer out Chopsticks after a while. Rachmananov, maybe not. The trouble with folk is that they don't even try. Stuck with it and too dumb to even try. Dearie me!

Dodging the black spot!
Thursday 9.21 p.m.
                             The top photie hardly does justice to the lovely spot I meditated in at the Botties this afternoon. The branches swooping down in front of you and all. The tatties were what was in front of me this evening when I went up to the allotment to meditate a little. I took the two bottom photies coming home. The sun shone today. When the sun shines ...
                             So due to the Domestic Bliss inflicting her anxiety onto my leprosy, I went to the Doctor's today to give some blood for testing. I did not want to do this. This is how they get you and then hand you the black spot. If you don't give them any blood, you have to wait until you're half dead, and then they say we could have helped you more if we'd got to you sooner. Oh aye? Helped me with what? Are you going to cure me of dying? Anyway, the boy said they were going to check my folic acid levels and whatnot, but they're bound to check it for all other kinds of things. Have a seat. Yes, sit down. The leprosy is fine, but we'll have to cut your goollies off. Due to the dirk wart succubus, otherwise known as here's the black spot.
                              That would be the last time I'd want to have anything to do with doctors except that they  can give you a prescription for shampoo, and prescriptions are free in wonderful Caledonia. He prescribed me two bottles. They are sitting now on the kitchen table. I do not have any hair. All the folk I know are baldy. One of them bought me a hair cutting device, like the barber uses anyway, and now I'm usually as baldy as them. I think this makes them feel better. But it has saved me about £60 so far.
                               I hardly spent any time at all meditating up the allotment this evening, but it was very affirming. A sweetie. Great bliss making you realise there were far more vastnesses of bliss to surf than previously imagined.

Wednesday 21.29 p.m.
                                   Today was the best day so far this week. Been hard to settle. The training sessions sometimes knock the crap out of me and next day I'm a bit flat. But I meditated this morning and in the afternoon went out into the wonderful weather, and walked to the Botanic Gardens. So I'm meditating under this tree when his cat comes upon me and spends some time. I loved that somehow. Dogs aren't allowed in the Botanics. I don't suppose cats are allowed either, but it's got to be cat heaven if no dogs are allowed. On the way to the allotment, I stopped in the middle of that quarter of the park and did a tai chi set. Then I sat on my jacket and meditated there for a bit. I went to the allotment and meditated there for a bit, then watered the plants. A perfect afternoon. Tomorrow I want to get up at six. I've been having great long sleeps since I forsook the bevvy for the cannybliss yogurts.
                                    The toolbar is stopping me 'publishing' this crap. Somebody is trying to tell me something!
                                 

Tuesday 5.14 p.m.
                            Went for a walk in the Botanics today since it was so sunny and my day had already been disrupted. Then I had to go to the library for someone, so I went to the Botties as well.
                             I took the bottom photie to show the problem with the allotment. The meditation block is about a foot higher than the actual growing area due to the soil having been stolen by the old and evil bourgeois who allotmenteer alongside me!

Tuesday 10.25 a.m.
                              My morning of wonderful meditations has been ruined by a visit to the doctor, which was organised by the Domestic Bliss, to see about my leprosy. He prescribed some shampoo and some cream to stop my nose falling off. I wondered aloud in the chemist about how much this would cost.
                               Prescriptions are free in Scotland, she said. Hurrah! The buses are free already. Soon the electricity will be free and the beer will be free, and the creekit will be banned from the telly and all will be well in this wonderful country.
                                I bought batteries for the camera. £4.29 for eight wee batteries. I'm counting the photies. That's the first two. Down the right hand side of the top one you can see where I've put down the carpet to kill the grass. This summer I will dug under that though I am not too sure why. The little hillock I've made will be covered in carpet then and all the grass in there will be killed. And then ... it's earth sculpture, Jack. That's what it is.
                                I knew there was no point in talking to flatheids about meditation and that's why I started blogging. Or one of the reasons. Now it is obvious that there is no point in talking to the too dumb to meditate about non-self and emptiness. Though this is rational and can be understood by anyone, it is pointless to hear about this stuff and not meditate. Knowing that it's true won't be any use to you when the chips are down. You have to have realised it, or gone some way towards this. Then the notion has infected your mind and will alter the way you think. Until then, it's just a lot of words.
                                So good luck with that flatheided stuff! What a great day I'm going to have! First of all, I'm going to meditate till half twelve. That is going to be wonderful!!

Sunday 9.27 p.m.
You think you can communicate quickly with the computery connections!

Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I inadvertently downloaded your toolbar one night whilst not in my proper senses, and I now it is blocking where I put the title on my bloggy. Over the times I have viewed your toolbar while trying to type and correct in the title space of my bloggy, I have always admired its design. But it is designed for a younger person, I think. Could you please let me know how to get it off my computery thing? I would be most grateful. Thank you.

Here's three old photies. Trying to get the bluetooth thing to work proved impossible for me. I'm still resisting paying for batteries since I do not think it is right that one battery only seems to last for four photies!

     
          The joe made, I think, a bit of a heroic effort to get out and come over here for his bit of the pizza. It was this pizza stuff and such like concoctions that bonded us in our youth. The search to get out of your head and the folk to search therewith. But I don't even know how much of a heroic effort to get up our stairs was because I do not know how it feels to be that ill. And he still looks more or less okay. He left half way through our conversation to go to the chemist for some liquid morphine. Since he is my pal, he offered me a dose and said I'd hardly feel it. 15ml.
           I've been a bit crabbit today, Jack. I think it might be from the joints we smoked yesterday because the tobacco is pure poison to your wonderful thoughts. Of course, I ate a bit of pizza. Then the 15ml.
           Albert would know what that meant, the 15ml dose. But although he knows everything, especially stuff about computery things, and he cannot stop banging on about that time he almost invented the internet and all,  he won't fung tell us, will he? No, he won't. He doesn't give a damn about my toolbar problems! But this is important, Albert! Should I ask for two doses the next time? That's 30ml. It's called Oralmorph, I think. Must have had Shelley working in the office that day. Anyway, what's the lethal dose? Two bottles? What?
           We can do Lenny Bruce here, so we could, if we wanted to. But it just takes you away from the bliss. The bliss takes you away, at least for a bit, from the First Noble Truth. When I first heard of the First Noble Truth, I thought that's the kind of miserable crap you'd expect to come out of a country that was continually swept through by hordes of tinkers. Later, I surmised that the Indian sub-continent might not be quite like that. But it is a miserable, miserable one. The First Noble Truth is the Truth of Suffering.
           I'm going to try and try to meditate my way out of my view of myself, but sometimes, it seems, we are sent here to take a bit of a spanking. And meditating your way out of the First Noble Truth might be take you quite a while. And I felt really crabbit today and I slept for about ten hours last night.