The Karma Clap

Nikki taught us tonight that whenever she and her friends gossip about one another, they do a "karma clap" with their hands over their head to keep them safe from their talking. Grandpa Fred picked up on it and mastered it, indeed, especially as Grandma Laura, Cynde, and Grandma Sue modeled small talk worthy of the karmic clap.

This maneuver should come in handy, especially as I talk about Brooke Hogan from Hogan Knows Best - heck, the whole Hogan family deserves my karma clap when I try to make sense of their world.

a need for fresh air

The air condition is out of the window once again.

We went from 95 degrees to 55 degrees in a manner of two hours (thanks to Hurricane Earl). The good news is fresh air will bring karmic dream to my pillow once again and I won't be bother by the humming of a machine. Instead, I can curl up tightly in winter blankets and listen to the nature of outdoors.

And I look forward to a good night's sleep and a chance to rest my eyes for a few hours.

and

I stumbled upon this yesterday and thought, hmmmm, nice to know this document exists. Not sure how well I like seeing myself on camera, but am glad to know that the summer work was documented.

registered

I got into my car after stopping to run at my parents (and perhaps getting the last pool day of the season) when I noticed my dad repaired my truck registration with scotch tape. This year's batch of stickers were not very sticky and the adhesive didn't adhere to my windshield. I looked up and noticed my dad went to work on the material.Karma, I decided, is having a father to look out for me to do the labor that fixes the little things that irk me. The fact that it hasn't stuck has been a pet peeve of mine, but I haven't found a moment to repair it myself. Driving to my little sister's home for ribs and salt potatoes, I was highly thankful for my dad's patchwork with Scotch Tape. Now, I'm registered and looking classy in my floor explore. This is what family is for.

You are what you eat

I took a mid-day break to go for a run, a dip in the pool (while seasonal karma would allow it), and to eat a sandwich. As I told me mom, "A sandwich always tastes better when someone else makes it."

Turkey. Lettuce and Mayonnaise.

Yum. this was the mid-afternoon ingredients to fuel the rest of the day - the best think that happened yesterday on a thursday. So...so...so much appreciated.

Mr. Clean

I've been shaving my head now for the last seven or eight summers (maybe even longer). I've grown so used to the shaving that I don't even need a mirror. I can feel for my missed spots and I can do it in about three minutes.

Last night, Abdi wanted me to shave his hair. I can honestly say that a white man's hair comes off completely different than an African man's. Half way through, he said, "I think I'm supposed to come my curls out." I was like, "okay...sounds good to me." The combing did help, but the hair was beyond thick. We got it down to a buzz cut when he decided he wanted to go Dr. Evil. So, we got a razor and shaving cream and, wola! No more hair.

I guess karma is a free hair cut. I know that my $14 clippers have saved me numerous barber shop visits. And, I also know that there will be a day in the summers to come where I, too, will go for the bald look.

sun

I chose to run at night. Why? The late August sun decided to exert itself with an end-of-the-summer blitz and the heat is above what is normal for this time of year. I didn't make it to my parent's pool, so I chose to wait for the heat to set into the evening horizon.

Even so, I am thankful for the sun and all it provides everything on this earth. Without it, we wouldn't have any karma. It is the heart and soul of it all.