Lucas Weismann

A test.

I’ve been tested.  Immediately.  I’ve been up for 22.5 hours now, and drove across the midwest from Stillwater, Minnesota to Westminster, Colorado.  I enjoyed the ride (except for the part where I was in a construction zone I could’ve bypassed and had to go to the bathroom).

The whole way, I listened to Meditations by Marcus Aurelius and resolved to attempt classical stoicism for my dealings with people.

Upon reaching my house in Denver, I parked the truck and trailer in front of the crotchety old woman’s house across the street, ferried my things from the truck to the house and unlocked the door.

The smell that reached my nose was hard to place at first.  Then it hit me.  I mean it really hit me.  Waves of garlic, stale sweat, unwashed dog and cumin wafted in.  Then I detected a hint of marijuana.  None of these things are smells that a sleep-deprived Luke wants to run into after being away from home for a year.

I had been expecting someone there.  My dad mentioned that he had a scuba friend who would help out and wondered if I minded if she and a girlfriend stayed there.  I said of course not.

When I arrived, I found there was a tiny mowgli-aged girl child sleeping on the couch.

No problem!  I’ll just go downstairs to my nice bed, with the clean sheets.

Nearing the door, I heard a dog growling and then it hit me.  For the first time, I could totally empathize with Papa Bear.

 

“Somebody’s been smoking pot in my kitchen.”

“Somebody’s been stenching up my house.” 

“Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed!  And there they are?!?”

 

So far, the count is not two women.  It’s a woman, her boyfriend, their daughter (I hope), their dog, and possibly the other woman.

I reclaimed the futon mattress from the top of my bed and a pillow and hunkered down in a free room.

I’m not sure if it’s the delirium talking, but I’m pretty sure I’ve decided to find this funny.  Though, I’m a bit worried that protocol might demand I eat them all up.

 

PS.  I even found cold porridge left out in the kitchen.

  • 1. That’s a rather unfortunate homecoming. Sorry to hear it.
    2. Why classical stoicism? I’m curious.

    • Well, It’s only as unfortunate as I allow myself to believe it to be, but thank you for your sympathy. 😀

      I’ve been working my way through a refresher of philosophy, called “The History of Philosophy Without Any Gaps.” When they got to the stoics, I found a lot of resonance between the type of men I’ve always wanted to grow up to be like and the results of living a Stoic philosophy. Particularly the idea that you do the work you choose to the best of your ability and that nothing is good or bad unless you perceive it to be so.

      Things happen as they do and it’s your job only to control what you can control. Trying to do less than you can or wishing for something different than which is, is a quick path to unhappiness.

      At the moment, this seems sensible to me.

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