I've writing grants for eight weeks now. Last week sent out grant #1 and tomorrow will send out #2. Unfortunately, no time to celebrate my birfday last Monday. I had hoped to turn grant #2 in Friday, but helping my boss with #1 and him writing a second one at the same time made everything overrun into the time I wanted to be finishing my grant. Due to grant writing I was unable to do the following plans: celebrate Octoberfest at St. Arnold's brewery, listen to Houston Symphony play "Ode to Joy" (one of my favorites), go to the farmer's market, attend the Rice festival, and bake a pie. Unfortunately, I need to get some funding to keep working after next July so I have to stick to priorities. Only 10% of grants are getting funded, so my boss and I are writing four grants hoping to get at least one. It's tough when Houston has finally hit fall weather and is prime for all kinds of activities. I am glad for the opportunity to learn grant-writing and I am finally getting along (mostly) with my boss. I enjoy the grant-writing, just not what has to be done in the last week to meet the deadline. After this grant is done I still have another grant and a paper to write so I may be missing more activities that I had planned for the rest of the month.
I did at least go see Moby in concert with Zen_oven last night. The concert was great. I especially liked the dancing by his African American singer and his playing of the bongo drums. They do a great job with the lighting. I'm getting too old to stand for four hours. My back starts to hurt although dancing did help. I guess the lesson is that if things don't move, they hurt. That has some spiritual meaning too. We were distracted by some obnoxious woman smoking in the club next to us and hollering in her drunken excitement in my ear. Grayanna got into an arguement with her because she is sensitive to smoke. I spent too much of the time afterward thinking about revenge fantasies. I even thought about carrying some handcuffs and slapping her in some so the cops could catch her with her pot. Afterwards I thought that I should treat this like I do in meditation - label it as "thinking" and refocus my mind. I think this strategy might have promise.