tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123326368423499292.post3786084932645655199..comments2023-10-08T08:48:18.513-04:00Comments on The Dalai Grandma: On EmptinessJeanne Desyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07800258273705288582noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123326368423499292.post-6696987470083957922011-10-27T21:07:40.264-04:002011-10-27T21:07:40.264-04:00Great post, by the way. On Tuesday we were suppos...Great post, by the way. On Tuesday we were supposed to go to the pumpkin farm as soon as the kids got home from school. At nearly precisely the time the bell rings it began to rain, and then it rained harder and did not stop until, well, tonight? Anyhow, I felt so out of sorts and at loose ends somehow, and you're exactly right--the night felt "empty" without the outing.<br /><br />Is it kind of like moving the couch way over to accommodate a chair, and then never buying the chair, but being left unbalanced with an empty space? Perhaps.karensomethingorotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.com