We're at my mom's house and boy, is her house full of great food. My breakfast has Uncle Sam cereal and yogurt under all that fruit. I could eat like that in New England too but it's much harder to come by fresh fruit of this quality there.
Food-wise I've been just barely getting by lately. I just buy the least possible stuff to feed my face healthfully. Pretty much all I buy at the market is kale (or Brussels sprouts or broccoli) dried beans, eggs and bread.
(What's the deal with this Oxford comma thing? My school was all hoity-toity, self satisfied about not using one. I distinctly remember my teacher's exposition on it. I don't remember which teacher it was so maybe I'm making it all up. "Ultimately it doesn't matter which way you choose to do it as long as you are consistent. We do not use one here at NCS." That's how I remember it.
I have very strong memories of learning punctuation. It must have been very important to me. I rember being very confused about commas and latching with relief on the takeaway: when in doubt, leave it out. I have a lot of doubt. I don't always leave it out.)
Two parenthetical paragraphs. Who am I? Mini David Foster Wallace?
Anyway, we were talking about food. I also buy bourbon and pickles but that should be obvious from some of my recent posts. (Looks like I should also be stocking up on matches, if you catch my drift.)
Maybe I'd buy a better variety of more interesting foods if I was concentrating on life's joys. I've really been focusing on the duties lately. It's fine. I'm healthy. I'm getting a lot done. I'm learning a lot which is something that is very important to me. I'm even enjoying myself when I can. It's a low-key satisfaction-with-being-relatively-competent-as-an-adult kind of enjoyment. Sounds fun, huh? Well it's different and I like variety.
I don't feel quite ready yet to go back to variety in my food buying habits yet. Grief brings out austerity in me I guess. I'm still finding my way through this landscape of absent things. I feel like I need to focus and not distract myself with strawberries. Chocolate and booze (in moderation - I'm a middle-aged lady and can't process the sauce like I used to) are okay though. Chocolate is actually a necessity.
For now I'm on vacation at Mom's and I'm so happy to take advantage of what she's provided. Thanks Mom!
I was thinking about this while I was on the treadmill today trying to harness my mind into thinking about something useful while my body was busy doing something I wasn't especially comfortable thinking about: (double colons! Triple "thinkings!" That can't be good...) I was thinking* about resolutions and goals for the upcoming months. Like sticking to a budget and being tidier. It occurred to me that my resolutions and goals tend to be about me controlling myself.
Whoa Nellie! Control yourself! It's a slippery slope! Better watch it or you'll wipe out! As usual!
It occurred to me that maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it would be more fair, more reasonable if you're going to tighten up somewhere, to loosen up somewhere else? But where can a goofball like me afford to loosen up? I do not know. I'll have to think about it. Anybody have any thoughts?
Today is the kind of day where you're walking down the street and your glasses channel the wind directly into your eye. Your eye then shoots out a stream of tears. You close said eye to disengage the tears (and to keep the wind out of it) and it immediately freezes shut. Yeah!
1) This week has nothing fancy and nothing special going on in it. I am SO excited about that. No parties, no events, no eating out.
2) It's going to rain tomorrow. Why does the prospect of rain make me happy? I don't know. Maybe because it won't be nine degrees out? It's likely to become a horrible mess what with all the snow that's already piled up out there (especially since it looks like it is going to be nine degrees the day after tomorrow.) I'm not going to over-think it. If something wants to make me feel happy, I'm letting it.
Okay, I just remembered that the closing party for our show at the gallery was postponed (due to a snow storm) from two nights ago to this Friday. Something at least special - if not fancy - will be occurring this week. Sigh. I won't let it get me down. I just want my life back. I have things to figure out and by gum, I'm gonna do that! I have four ordinary days in a row to work with...
I am also rather pleased with my Grumpy Cat weather app.