Mondays are bad…
One of my Italian friends admired the “Five Tibetan Monks”. I mean, not the personalities. Every morning my friend does the exercises entitled “Five Tibetan Monks”. Since my friend started with that, he swears never becoming sick any more. He also felt mentally balanced. I can’t guarantee it even he keeps on swearing it to me.
Another friend can’t take his breakfast without first jogging for an hour. Rain or shine… . If he’s not able to practice this, he becomes moody, intolerable and frustrated. Mmh.
Others have to swim three times a day. Good for those, who have a pool or live near the sea.
I love rainy days (like right now while writing this piece), a good book, a glass of red wine and relaxing (old) music. So everyone of us is looking for his or her special ways on being comfortable.
But some of our fellow creatures can’t get some peace. The “Five Tibetans Monks” have been blurred, jogging is unhealthy; green tea is putting out and forces ill-feeling; swimming in a pool supports logical ringworms.
I am sure, my red wine (even one glass only!) is never digestible and instead reading a good book while listening relaxing music weigh heavily upon our minds.
A couple of years ago, another expat loved to swing a pendulum to and fro. He occupied himself with astrology and the esoteric. I can’t forget one of his first questions regarding my birth time. He warned me immediately: “Mondays are bad for you!” Something new but strange for me.
Last Monday was really a bad day. I am sure, you all experienced days like this. In the morning we got some little accidents. Then our car seemed to be no more in the mood to run. When we rushed to our first appointment being terrible late, we learned that the meeting has been cancelled. We changed our sked and went to a bank (name doesn’t matter!). We wanted to deposit money. Offline! We were informed to go to another bank (name doesn’t matter!) and experienced 30 minutes waiting time, because the one and only cashier started to entertain us after my wife’s question: “Are you ready now to serve us?”
It was really the last straw, when somebody (name doesn’t matter!) hit one of our big vases. Broken crockery brings you luck… .
Are Mondays really bad for me??? :roll: :lol:



Hi Klaus - Ha ha… I’ll remember to avoid you on Mondays! I don’t want that bad luck to rub off on me!
Hi Klaus - I will agree on Bob though.
lol: Hmmm, I’m glad that our schedule for lesson is on Thursday. 
Ok Bob, see you on Tuesday. Haha
Yup Feyma, till tomorrow 9 am. Take care