eight minutes

I am pausing between cleaning and ER to write a short journal entry. I spent most of today with my dad in Seattle and Issaquah, first at the boat show at Qwest Field and then on to errands in Issaquah at Target and The Grange and then onto lunch at The 12th Street Cafe. We had lots of fun looking at all the different boats, and I think we settled on one particularly comfy looking Smokercraft that has nice swivel chairs and a Honda motor that my dad liked. Boats are expensive! They had some boats there that were probably a million dollars--the three story yachts (which I will never pronounce properly again; thank you, John Traylor).

It feels harder to track where my thoughts are coming from when I am having a good time. I am much more apt to start questioning my thoughts when they are unpleasant; however, it is when we think we are satisfied that we are setting ourselves up for the worst suffering, right? Vipariyaya. Mine was very evident when I was having a political discussion with my dad today. It is apparent that I know very little except what I can regurgitate from the left-wing media blather. I'm sure that my dad feels the same way about his right-leaning tendencies. That's what makes our conversations so utterly interesting and useless all at the same time.

I still don't know how you know you know yet.

Or do I?