ex-vegan...

So it turns out, I'm a very bad vegan-not bad because I'm a failure, but bad because I botched the whole thing up. Really I got along just fine for the first couple of months, no cravings really, except for the very occasional fleeting cheese withdrawals, but really one can only eat so many potato chips, hashbrowns, french fries, & tater tots. I know that's not how it's supposed to be, which is why I supplemented with plenty of soy products (They mimicked the real thing pretty darn well.) That was meant to be funny. I don't think eating soy for breakfast, lunch, & dinner is really healthy. I've always eaten plenty of vegetables, so that wasn't really a change for me, but anyway... blah blah blah. And I really mean blah. I was really starting to feel pretty blah too, but I know that was my fault. There are good vegans out there who get along just fine. The thing is, once I started to doubt what I was doing, it was all over-gumption gone. Once you take your eyes off the goal & start looking around, it's all too easy to trip over your own feet and find yourself tumbling head over heals down down down the green slope & splat! right into an egg burrito. Then to top it off you get up & make your embarrassing confession to your very close friend & find her laughing out loud. Well it's to be expected. I'm famous for these types of things. I sort of remind myself of the toad in Wind in the Willows, which is very sad indeed. Why can't I be more like Ratty who is just content to live a normal life? Well, well, well, here we are in a brand new day, not feeling to be any less of an activist, only I'm not so hungry, a little confused about which way to go, but just taking a breather & loading up on a few neglected treats in the meantime.

dreamy...

"Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not."
~Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame

herbacious aprilious...

i just took a whole handful of herbs & i feel awesome! sick & tired of feeling sick & tired? the weak eateth herbs!

 

confessions of a cheesemonger...

sometimes i miss cheese in the morning; that's all, nothing else, just cheese, & only in the morning.

little people, big world...

There's sticky sweet honey dripping from the ceiling down onto the window ledge in Snow's room! When we first came out to look at this house, Ben & Snow noticed that there were honey bees hiving in the roof. (That's not a typo. I looked it up & hiving is a word. Love it =) makes me feel like Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady. Every word after that comes out with a British accent.) How they knew that they were honey bees from that far away I do not know, & I have to say that I thought it was wishful thinking since we knew that once we got settled into a house with some property, we wanted to raise bees; but I've learned to believe these two when they say these things, b/c they're usually right. Anyway, as Ben & Snow dreamed of smokers & protective clothing, I , of course, took it as a sign that this must be the house for us if they were indeed honey bees as some supposed them to be. Well sure enough, I was right about the house & Ben & Snow were right about the little bee people. As soon as the weather warmed up, golden deliciousness started seeping into Snow's room- like a gift from heaven. Of course it's not edible unless you wash it first. I have it on good authority that you can use soap, but then there's always the problem of trying to rinse it after that. For now, we just like to look at it. Snow has a doll sized glass perched on the ledge & it's almost full of gooey goodness. Rich amber liquid jewel drops keep drip dropping from above & the pretty pool sits there reflecting the light pouring in the window & the world keeps turning. What new wonder will we encounter today? Life is full to the brim with surprises.

contraption...

Hannah wakes up to find me desperately searching the internet for deliverance. mo-squi-to-trap... She asks, "What's a mosquito trap, a piece of skin in a trap?" Then, calling out to any takers, she says, "Who'd like to donate? This might hurt a bit."

con-trap-tion... n. a machine or device that appears strange or unnecessarily complicated, and often badly made or unsafe!