Cheryl

That last throw of the I Ching, there was a changing line which makes a new hexagram and indicates the future. The hexagram Revolution (Molting) changed to Influence (Wooing). If I pursued the relationship, complete success. Yes, do I want complete success? She was so gorgeous today. What did she do? I told her I got paid for the first time ever. Of the hundreds of hours of counseling I have done over my life time, I finally got paid. "Got fifteen bucks for a twelve pack of beer. I spent fifteen dollars on an invention I am working on, so this makes it up. It is that tight." "Wow that's great". "He couldn't sleep; is a control freak. Turned out he was dyslexic as a kid, and so he compensated for it by over controlling what he is good at, which is the workaday world."

Much interruption now with other employees asking her questions, and she apologized. I said I know - I am just trying to get in as much as I can here. "I cured a guy a couple of years ago at a rest stop coming back from Oregon in about a half hour. He was a drug addict and gambler. He already had it made, had a great wife a family, but he believed the hype and thought he didn't have anything. She said, "Why don't you do it as a profession?" Yes why don't I. I could make the few extra bucks I need. I said, "I don't have any credentials. They make you have credentials, degrees and all that. I don't have the memory for the terminology. Can't even remember the names of my own terms. Anything I could get would have to be by word of mouth". "When was this", she asked. I said, "Wednesday. You weren't here". "That's my last Wednesday off", she replied. Back to the old hours next week. So I am still in love with her.

Had been talking to one of Cheryl's co-workers, a very young woman, sweet as anything and so friendly, out in the parking lot. She was there asking Cheryl questions about something or other, I couldn't hear. As I was leaving I asked her, "Is Cheryl a good boss? She said, "Yes". I said, "I am in love with her, but I am to old for her". I added I'll tell her you are great as well.

Was talking to Lil this morning with her little dog who likes to bark at everyone accept when he is around me. She is just such a good person. She used to be in antiques, with a shop and the whole nine yards. She likes to hear my stories. Told her I had good news this morning. I weighed myself at the Senior Center and I was not as skinny as I thought; that hopefully my scale at home was incorrect. I have lost fifteen pounds. At first I thought it was because of my added six miles a week from twelve to eighteen. I went back to my casual twelve. But according to this home scale, I have lost a couple of more pounds. Soon at this rate I will disappear. Was thinking just this morning that I have to go to the doctor. But the scale at the Senior Center gave me an extra six pounds. Still I know I am skinny. But I am Hypoglycemic anyway - self-diagnosis. I have almost no fat. If you have no fat to burn, your body eats off the muscle and tissues when your last meal is depleted. However there is an upside. When one is in or on the edge of Hypoglycemia, food tastes fantastic. Its like every meal can be the best that you have ever eaten, every-time. I realized this when a guy said to me once, that he had been strung out on cocaine for a long time, and his uncle took him out and bought him a meal. He hadn't eaten for awhile. He said he sucked that food down like a vacuum cleaner and it was the most delicious meal in his life. That was when I realized, every meal is like that for me and I don't do drugs.

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