I listened to a beautiful dharma talk this morning, one that made me cry. It was about Shantideva's teaching "Live as if you were already dead", which sounds weird, but it means to live without hopes or fears. I feel in my body the truth of that teaching - that we distract ourselves by dreaming up all kinds of "wantings", which we could truly enjoy each moment if we didn't freight it with so much pushing and pulling, attraction and aversion.
So when I returned home and discovered the A's had lost again, I was okay with it. I'm happy they won the Division, I'm happy the two games have been close and could have gone either way. I'm just happy they are the A's. They have the best heart on that team in baseball. And as my husband said, Detroit, like Oakland has a rough time of it as a city, so if they do win, they could use the boost.
We watched two oldies but goodies last night: "Holiday" with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn, and "Talk of the Town" with Cary Grant, Jean Arthur and Ronald Coleman. The former is a terrific movie with a something interesting to say, and the latter is a debate about what the law is and isn't. Both are funny, touching, well-acted and directed. I'm quite doting on the subject of Grant, and his heyday was the early forties. He just eats up the screen. I love Jean Arthur as well, and I've adored Ronald Coleman since I saw him in "Tale of Two Cities" as a child. Not only that, I made steak for dinner, and although I forgot to turn on the oven, so we did not have baked potatoes with it, my husband liked dinner well enough. He ate all of his rib eye and half of mine!
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