Dog Days part 3

The second summit is almost here, after traveling to the first one I am now finishing my joruney to the second one. My commitment to get the ticket for a new adventure has not changed, except for more desire, passion, and preparation. The red haired lady that I met on my first summit was standing and looking to the other side. Even though I could clearly notice her back from where I was, she seemed to be talking to someone else, someone I could not see. I had no idea who she was talking to because I could not see anything in front of her.

"I'll get her, I'll get her... I will NOT die with my music still on, I'll get what I really really really really want. He, she, or it who gives me the chance will get more from me than what I am given. Life is about service, but the best service that can be given is what I know how to do and what I really enjoy doing."

I thought about these things as I remembered Wayne Dyer, but more importantly, common sense. I somehow knew that the red haired girl was reading my mind and I felt her looking just as anxious to meet me again as I was looking forward to meet her.

I got to the second summit, the red haired lady was still looking back, and all I saw was white light behind her. I started to run to get next to her, but as soon as I moved I fell over a sword that was partly buried upside down. It crossed from my stomach all the way to my back. I had no strength to yell in pain, but I was able to get up. The red haired lady looked at me as though nothing had happened and she said: "Welcome!"

I noticed that here was no blood in my body, not a scar, not even torn clothes. The pain was gone. "Congratulations, you did it, now we need to get your stuff ready. You will be moving here in July. This is your fast pass, so you will not need to climb this mountain again. We'll keep in touch, you've got my information in case you have any further questions." Just like the first time I met her, I was unable to say a word.

I took a look from above, to the place that I will be missing. With a fast pass, I will be able to move easily from time to time back to my hometown.

Can Procrastination be justified?

I had just begun to take more time to do what I really like to do during my free time. Part of this time includes doing homework anytime I feel like it, as long as it's done by the due date and hour. Photography has been the main distraction, or perhaps cooking. Walking up and down the mountain usually takes one hour.

This has been one of my few successful recipes that tasted perfectly well since I did it for the first time:

I've found the right amount of ingredients to make Chinese rice with COMMON ingredients, there was no green onion on the market this time:

Taste is first, appearance is worked later

The reason why I've been delaying my assignment is an error on the online course, in which we cannot see what the third activity is asking us to do. It's due the day after tomorrow, right before midnight. The teacher, (or perhaps I should call her grader, as she only grades) has simply asked us to contact the administrator, who works Monday through Friday only... I've had no other choice so far but to postpone this. As I'll be doing so until further resolution is given, maybe this is not called procrastination but resignation.

Talking directly to the administrator on Monday before it's too late will be something minor or irrelevant compared to the important choices I will be doing next week as well. I would compare these decisions to marriage arrangements or life or death situations.