I remember being young and energetic


So I’ve been eating less. But it’s not easy. One day, I ate a sensible breakfast, waited a few hours, and then went for a bike ride to play some tennis. It became overwhelmingly hot and I was hungry so I rode back home. By the time I made it home, I was faint and shaking from hunger. For around 20 minutes I huddled over a bowl of almonds and took sips from a glass of water, using both hands, until I was able to function normally again. I had to listen to my instincts, or otherwise I would have passed out on the asphalt, and then I can only imagine what neighbors would have thought. I can guarantee that no one in the neighborhood would have been charitable enough to think, “Oh, she passed out from hunger; the poor child!” One positive outcome from this experience was that I discovered that I really like almonds.

When I think about lunch I am often reminded of ___ a healthy athletic friend. She would always say “Those are so fattening!” about anything I would eat for lunch or a snack. This kind of response is typical in my demographic. I will describe what I think was a very wholesome breakfast, and then someone will say “Where was the protein!?” “You ate a whole avocado? They have so much fat!” “Your body will think it’s starving, and you will gain even more weight?!” But don’t those who are actually starving end up losing weight? ___ a nutritional critic, often advised me to eat a salad with a can of tuna on it. But I have serious misgivings about canned fishes. Also: the mercury!

But it’s true that eating less is the only way to lose weight — the calories burned in one hour of walking can be easily replaced by one delicious fajita guacamole burrito. Or I’d rather starve. It’s so hard to eat well in America if you aren’t rich, but I guess it’s harder everywhere else in the World, except for in China, maybe, but there you have to deal with being in China. We have so much crap food in this country. I guess the options are getting better, despite the global commodities crisis. I want slow food! I want deep-red tomatoes only in season! I want to split a goat-cheese pasta salad with Alexis Stewart and wash it down with a half glass of wine! But these options are only available to the rich in New York. Especially the part about eating with Alexis Stewart, who I’ve heard is very nice in person, which is very surprizing.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven


When I was younger, I was very skeptical of the notion that time moves more quickly as you get older; if anything, it seemed, time should move more slowly, because so much of our lives as adults is spent in the most tedious manner, i.e., working for others to pay for our existence.

But now that I’m no longer young by almost any definition of the term, I understand better what people mean about the subjective nature of time, and how it really does seem to speed up as you age, even (or especially) when you spend your days doing pretty much the same thing, over and over.

All we can do is try to shine and perhaps offer some beauty to the world, even as the days get shorter and shorter.

The farming community garden


The garden and lawn was a lush green.

But the sky was dull and heavy, as it often is at this time of year.

August has never been my favorite month; even (or especially) if you’re lucky enough — like the Europeans — to spend it on vacation, it always feels like the end of the party. It’s a time for closing up the beach house and taking a last swim or walk, leaving behind the kind of mindless, blissful abandon and bracing ourselves for the work to be done.

The mounds of ____ flowers made me forget the nagging sense of dread.

The butterflies were busy, and didn’t seem to care about anything but finding a flower filled with nectar.

Influx of pesky uninvited guests


During the late night early Monday morning, without warning I received several hundred mosquito bites. My legs look like the varicella virus.

Instead of dwelling on the itching I stopped by a run down fried food and ice cream stand.

This place most likely serves Trans Fats. And lots of them. But I still had to indulge in an incredible hot dog with everything on it. I also had a vanilla malt. So many Weight Watcher’s points. I tried not to think of my clogged arteries.

Wanna lick?

Lets overload


Surviving only on a few hours of sleep we drove the six hours north. It was an uneventful drive.

I laughed with my inebriated cousins until 0300. It felt really good.

It’s becoming harder to leave the farming community since it’s so beautiful. Now that I am aware of the meadow and butterfly haven, I want to explore this more.

But Stella and Nova were waiting our arrival. And of course gargoyle cat, Snagglepuss.



She creates tongues and hearts, by which she feels and speaks


I rode on the back of a four wheeler wrapping my arms around someone I love. Bliss. We annoyed a deer traipsing in the field looking for dinner. We saw hundreds of butterflies drifting through the meadow.

There is a feeling of claustrophobia while out in an area unoccupied by no human. It’s overwhelming knowing all this is here uninhabited. There are still places like this on Earth. In America!

We spotted a puddle in a strange spot possibly a sink hole of some sort. Monarch butterflies distracted us to keep moving. A blue bird flew through the meadow and disappeared into the trees. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a blue bird.


Moist crumb and tartness


The farming community welcomed us with severe storms and rain.

Food was scarce. I miss my grandmother’s cooking.

The hotel was ill prepared and we all slept in a king sized bed together. Loud crashes and shouting woke me from sleep.

I felt very seedy after visiting an all night facility selling novelty items and tobacco pipes.

Shake it before


Another trip down to the farming community will happen very soon for a wedding shower. These things make me very distraught. I not only find weddings painful to wait until it’s acceptable to leave but anything leading up to the wedding sucks.

I feel jealous mostly. I’m not looking to get married but if it’s only a piece of paper why does it matter so much to so many? I’ve become irritated by married individuals. It’s a fundamental right for all except for non-heterosexuals. Snagglepuss our outside gargoyle cat only cares about being loved.

Plum Küchen


The storms ended late in the night but the morning clouds protested.

I became distracted while driving.

At the Koi pond I spotted a frog!

I stopped at the new organic grocer but they didn’t stock Utz’s Pumpernickel Pretzel sticks. They did have organic yeast though.

By the time I finished making toffee brownies, rice cereal peanut butter chocolate bars, and attempting to raise some dough the sky cleared and became a deep shade of blue. I had to find another place to replenish my stash of Pumpernickel pretzels. I stay away from bread as much as possible since the beginning of the year and these taste as though I’m eating bread it satisfies.

On the parking lot asphalt I smelled scorched Earth. I smiled and breathed deep.This is the smell. It was still a bit steamy but the sun felt so good. I felt full of love! It felt like summer, finally!


Find me in a dressing room


After shopping a funnel cloud appeared.

Excitement and worry consumes one during midwestern storms.

A tornado warning remained in effect for nearly two hours or more.

The flooding at the bottom of the lot line seemed the real threat.

Thunder and lightening crashed and flickered the lights a few times.

Nova wondered if it was time for another meal.

Meg stayed under our toes and after awhile she declared, “sooo over it.”

Stella stayed calm, cool and collected underneath the safety of the kitchen table.

The Earthbox cucumber didn’t mind the downpour.

Neither did the black eyed susans.