the missing tapes

Tonight was women's writers group. We read Yoko Ono's Grapefruit and wrote imitations. They really turned out. Then we wrote a memory as if it was going to happen as opposed to already happened. That was a really interesting way to get a handle on things.

Women's writers group was only two of us this time. Our third had ride problems. So we might meet again next week. I would really like that.

We met at Naked Lounge. The music was too loud. I got herbal iced tea. It was pink.

This morning I went to Vedanta to try to find those tapes and copy "A Cudgel of Delusion" for Swami. Surprisingly, Swami and R were in the bookstore when I arrived. R was putting statuary into paper bags and moving the paper bags into a storage room across the way. Swami had found the tapes (they had been missing). So I copied them for him. I typed the labels. There was no chair, so I was on my knees and typed. (The bookstore is in the middle of remodeling.)

Then Swami recruited me to help R put stuff in bags. So I did that until we were finished. At one point R playfully kept me in the storage room with a broom he was using to wipe away cobwebs. He used the broom to bar my way. "What's the secret word?" he asked.

"Vedanta," I answered.

"How did you know?" he asked and let me pass. It was a good moment of laughter in a serious morning and mood.