Quite a Night

So, yes, the Cubs won the World Series. My Facebook and Twitter feeds are blowing up with glee. Am I an awful person for not caring very much? I suppose that the "never give up" moral is a good one though. Okay, congratulations to the Cubs and Chicago. I haven't lived there for umpteen years, which is part of my detachment. However, people are screaming down here too, and some idiot set off a firecracker or shot a gun in the air (probably the latter). THAT I'm really unhappy about.

It was raining this morning, and I figured that the rain was done for today. Wrong-o. It started pouring close to the time that I went to dinner. I had left my umbrella in the car, and got soaked retrieving it. Then my feet got soaked when I went out to my car to go to dinner because the street was flooded. Then someone was parked in my spot when I got home. I honked for quite a while, but no one came out. I got more soaked looking for a visitor's spot to park in. Then I called the building management and complained. That worked.

I've been mulling over the Zen precepts, one of which is to be kind to others. I blew that tonight, but I'm not willing to let people walk all over me. I suppose that I could have called about the person parking in my spot without getting genuinely mad though. At least I'm asking the right questions.