These were the lines of a song that I have nearly forgotten. I just looked up the song, so as to see the lyrics. A song writer/singer, Mike Oldfield has written his own version. The refrain goes:

Hey and away we go
Through the grass, across the snow
Big brown beastie, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than flying through space

The title of Oldfield’s song is, “On Horseback.” I like the title, I like the refrain, but I would like to find the original version. I will listen to the song sometime, but not right now. I have to write this dispatch so that I can do the evening dishes and do my body awareness work.

This was an upward spiral sort of day. Going up is way easier than going down. It should be the opposite way around. If it was, there would be a lot more happy people running around.

My friend Kris Douglas once said that people expect things to be easy, and that this is wrong. She’s right. We’ve lost something in our being successful at making so much, so easy. We are less reliant upon our ability to figure things out. Even me.

I give up on things and have Pete, who has a knack for such things, finishes the task. He then gets a sense of self-satisfaction. And I get what it is that I need, but not the sense of self-satisfaction.

Today I had to deal with a knot in one of the plastic bags holding the books in place in the boxes (Boy is this ever an awkward sentence). I remarked to Pam that If Pete were around, I’d have him do this. These knots are tight and tough to deal with. It occurred to me that I could cut the bags open with scissors but I didn’t want to do this because then I would not be able to reuse the bags.

I struggled, growing increasingly more impatient, but finally got it loose. This then enabled me to remove the books and repack them. I was repacking them because Melina had put them in larger boxes, and so they were difficult for all involved, to handle. Also, we needed to stamp them. Grr, grr, grr.

I picked the most banal and trivial example that I could think of in making my point, which is that easy is not difficult. Difficult is also not easy. The two are oxymoronic terms. It is the difficult, though, that provides one with a sense of self-satisfaction.

Locating the problem and dealing with it – this, if you are successful, makes you go ahhhh.

Travelling by cars, trains, planes, and automobiles – this all is now very easy. It may be hard to make reservations, and there is considerable duress sometimes, in getting situated in said mode of transportation. But once a person is on their way, the refrain of the song comes back to mind: hey and away we go. . .

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