I don’t think it is just a question of weight. I eat natural foods and avoid junk. I find it has a dramatic effect on my mind; I feel mentally clear and focused. If I eat junk I feel the difference immediately. Junk builds up in your system over long periods of time and eventually right goes wrong!

Here’s a law I find most annoying. Not sure if it has a name. But did you ever go and look for a lost item and not find it but then go looking for something else and then end up finding the earlier item?

Its like “you’ll find it when you’re not looking for it”:rolleyes: 😌🤪

Life is too short to spend eating nothing but stuff that’s supposed to be good for you.

I don’t even like the taste of rich sugary food. I don’t miss it at all but I do indulge in coffee too much and I do like brandy-flavoured ice cream, yum!

I don’t even like the taste of rich sugary food. I don’t miss it at all but I do indulge in coffee too much and I do like brandy-flavoured ice cream, yum!

You don’t like the taste of rich sugary food, but you do like brand-flavored ice cream? Seems like a bit of a disconnect there.

Many positive things have happened to me. Most of them have to do with kismet, synchronicity or whatever you wish to call things that stretch the boundaries of coincidence.

And most of them involve–ta dah!–girlfriends.

In 1968, I met a girl who had spent her sophomore year of high school in Spain and spoke good conversational Spanish. As it happened, I was working at the time for a Spanish guitar builder in New York. Said girl, who was a straw blonde knockout, to my great surprise fell in love with me, as I did with her. She was seventeen. I was nineteen.

As a result, she accompanied said builder and me on a tour of one of the most prestigious guitar factories in America. The president of the company was immediately and totally besotted with her, just like every other straight male who got with thirty feet of her. Her ability to eradicate the rational faculties of hapless males (me not least) without even trying always seemed to amuse her.

A year later, six months after she broke my heart so bad I wanted to die, I applied for a job at that same factory. It wasn’t easy to get hired in such a hidebound and traditional place unless you were born and bred within a twenty miles radius of it. The personnel director, who knew nothing of the previous year’s tour, turned me down but said I could come back in a few months, after I’d proven I was going to stick around. So I got a job at a long gone textile mill, second shift, for two months, and then went back to the factory to apply again, and again, the head of personnel was dubious. He was about to turn me down again when the president of the company happened to pop into the office. He looked at me blankly for a moment and then a lightbulb went off in his head. “How’s your girlfriend?”” he asked. I managed to keep my wits about me and said, “She’s fine.”

Bingo, hired. I had no real experience. But from what I learned there, a very complex and difficult procedure, I was later able to procure a job at the hippest, most advanced repair shop in New York. They hired me only because I knew how to do this– nobody else in the entire city did, in 72. And there, having easy access to the tiny, usually closed-mouthed fraternity of guitar builders in New York, I built my first that same year.

No girlfriend, no guitar building.

Many positive things have happened to me. Most of them have to do with kismet, synchronicity or whatever you wish to call things that stretch the boundaries of coincidence…No girlfriend, no guitar building.

In Christianity this is called providence.

My complete life is one of fate, everything is linked in one way or another and whilst it could be described as a series of coincidences. There are too many coincidences for it to be pure accident. It reads more like a spy story where people have premeditated events.