Down the Hall on Your Left

This site is a blog about what has been coasting through my consciousness lately. The things I post will be reflections that I see of the world around me. You may not agree with me or like what I say. In either case – you’ll get over it and I can live with it if it makes you unhappy. Please feel free to leave comments if you wish . All postings are: copyright 2014 – 2021

My Brain Is Officially Up On Blocks



THIS MORNING I AM VISITING The Chapel of St. Arbucks of the Field in Bloomington, Indiana. Dawn and I like to come to Bloomington to just get away from it all for a few days. We come here two or three times a year, put our brains up on blocks and just relax. Actually, we lax first and then we relax. It seems to work better that way.

While we are here we sleep in, visit the bookstores, and try not to do anything that goes beyond maintaining basic life signs.

While here I do find it both necessary and pleasurable to visit a nearby St. Arbucks where I can get both coffee and a contemplative atmosphere. I can also sit and read, plan a blog post or two, and peoplewatch. Such fun!

I do that a lot.

I find that quietly sitting in my pew with a cuppa allows me to view some of the darndest things.

There was the day when a couple brought their two dogs to the Chapel. You don’t often see an Irish Wolf Hound on a leash being held by a young woman who could just as easily have ridden the dog like a pony.

Irish Wolf Hounds are the tallest breed of dogs around. Standing up on their hind legs they can easily reach seven feet. Thank God they are a gentle breed.

The day they were at St. Arbucks they sat outside with their humans, but still managed to draw a crowd. Another pair of worshippers sat nearby clutching a pair of Chihuahuas like they expected the big dogs to look at them like hors d’oeuvres.

At my usual Chapel we occasionally are invaded by cheerleaders from the nearby high school. That much pep and cheer should be carefully monitored. On Game Day they swarm into the Chapel complete with pom-poms. The last thing they need is more caffeine induced pep. I fear for them.

Fortunately, even though we are close to the Indiana University campus in Bloomington, we have yet to be invaded by Hoosier cheerleaders. The closest we get are herds of math major types who carry pocket protectors in the school colors – no pom poms, just computer tablets and bifocals. (Does nobody carry slide rulers anymore?)  

This morning I plan to take a book I bought yesterday at the B&N that is just a wadded up napkins throw from the St. Arbucks. That is urban planning I can support. In Terre Haute, if I want to get my coffee and then go to the B&N I have to drive. The book is a slim volume about “How to think like Sherlock “(Holmes, I assume). I’m going to be severely disappointed if it turns out to be some other schlub named Sherlock.

If this book proves effective I will soon be able to sip my coffee and deduce which of the other people there have recently petted a dog, been on a bus, eaten cheese, and/or travelled to India. In other words, I will transform myself into a high functioning Sociopath.

Eh, maybe I should take the Dave Barry novel instead.

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