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Now that I've soaked the beans overnight, I have to figure out what to do with them - I'm thinking cooking them, saving them in an airtight container and maybe freezing, and/or making three bean salad for dinners and lunches this week.
It's ridiculously hard to find a bean recipe in my cookbooks - until I realized they were all mainly paoleo and gluten-free, which tend to lean away from beans. I'm attempting to slowly re-introduce them - at my doctor's urging, because they reduce blood sugar if cooked in water, with no sugars added.
CPAP Mask -( hell is a CPAP Mask from Community Surgical Supply - I honestly don't know if they are all the same or not )
It's cold today, but no clouds, and clear blue sky. It's taunting me. I walked in it to get groceries. And behind me, then in the store, was an old Korean couple, and the old man was coughing up a storm. I felt for him, but it also made me uneasy. I kept trying to put as much space between me and them as possible. I wish he wore a mask, but understood why he wasn't - possibly breathing issues. She was holding him up. And he looked miserable the poor man. Another man, Bengali, was preaching in Bengali on the street. I made out the word Christos. I think it was Bengali - it might have been Spanish? But I'd have understood more of it - I think. And it sounded like Bengali. (I hear about five to ten different languages weekly - sometimes daily. It's ironic considering I've absolutely no affinity whatsoever for languages. ( Read more... )
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My father used to call this the February Uglies. I just want to go to sleep and be woken when its over. Although not sure I want the funky ass travel nightmares that I've been having. I'd write them down - but I can't make sense of them. So probably best not to.
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Was thinking today during the UUA church sermon (which was about needing to rest in all the business) - that I feel a bit like an island in of myself amongst all of the busyness. I'm not that busy. I'm kind of floating along and diddling at that, and futzing with this, but not quite accomplishing much? Outside of staying afloat?
I mean I go to work. I go to doctor's appointments. I call my mother (to make sure she's still afloat), talk to Wales (ditto, who is basically making sure I'm still afloat...), write posts on DW, dabble at revising my seemingly endless novel, try to figure out what to do with my art and where to put it and if anything can be submitted to Brooklyn Art Musuem Show. The one I'm considering sending in is:
( Pandemic Sunflower - the one on the right of the screen with the sky behind it )
Or maybe...
( couple saw on the subway by memory )
Not sure yet. I probably won't get selected but you never know, or as my Gran used to say, "you never can tell, little Johnny may have died and then fell in the well". She said that whenever I made an assumption or tried to predict something.
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The difficulty with discussing stories online is so many people suck at reading story threads or analyzing what is in the text and onscreen. Instead they come up with their own story thread, which usually has zip to do with what is on screen or in the text, and twist the text to fit it.
Then get upset when it doesn't fit.
And the difficulty with loving long-running serials like comics and soaps (and Doctor Who) and in getting excited in a story thread is that it feels a bit too much like playing football with Lucy (in the Peanuts Cartoon) or playing the lottery. The odds of getting a satisfying story are not in our favor. And if we do? The damn thing keeps going and is likely to disappoint us in a week or two.
That's kind of a good analogy about life, come to think about it.
It's ridiculously hard to find a bean recipe in my cookbooks - until I realized they were all mainly paoleo and gluten-free, which tend to lean away from beans. I'm attempting to slowly re-introduce them - at my doctor's urging, because they reduce blood sugar if cooked in water, with no sugars added.
CPAP Mask -( hell is a CPAP Mask from Community Surgical Supply - I honestly don't know if they are all the same or not )
It's cold today, but no clouds, and clear blue sky. It's taunting me. I walked in it to get groceries. And behind me, then in the store, was an old Korean couple, and the old man was coughing up a storm. I felt for him, but it also made me uneasy. I kept trying to put as much space between me and them as possible. I wish he wore a mask, but understood why he wasn't - possibly breathing issues. She was holding him up. And he looked miserable the poor man. Another man, Bengali, was preaching in Bengali on the street. I made out the word Christos. I think it was Bengali - it might have been Spanish? But I'd have understood more of it - I think. And it sounded like Bengali. (I hear about five to ten different languages weekly - sometimes daily. It's ironic considering I've absolutely no affinity whatsoever for languages. ( Read more... )
**
My father used to call this the February Uglies. I just want to go to sleep and be woken when its over. Although not sure I want the funky ass travel nightmares that I've been having. I'd write them down - but I can't make sense of them. So probably best not to.
**
Was thinking today during the UUA church sermon (which was about needing to rest in all the business) - that I feel a bit like an island in of myself amongst all of the busyness. I'm not that busy. I'm kind of floating along and diddling at that, and futzing with this, but not quite accomplishing much? Outside of staying afloat?
I mean I go to work. I go to doctor's appointments. I call my mother (to make sure she's still afloat), talk to Wales (ditto, who is basically making sure I'm still afloat...), write posts on DW, dabble at revising my seemingly endless novel, try to figure out what to do with my art and where to put it and if anything can be submitted to Brooklyn Art Musuem Show. The one I'm considering sending in is:
( Pandemic Sunflower - the one on the right of the screen with the sky behind it )
Or maybe...
( couple saw on the subway by memory )
Not sure yet. I probably won't get selected but you never know, or as my Gran used to say, "you never can tell, little Johnny may have died and then fell in the well". She said that whenever I made an assumption or tried to predict something.
***
The difficulty with discussing stories online is so many people suck at reading story threads or analyzing what is in the text and onscreen. Instead they come up with their own story thread, which usually has zip to do with what is on screen or in the text, and twist the text to fit it.
Then get upset when it doesn't fit.
And the difficulty with loving long-running serials like comics and soaps (and Doctor Who) and in getting excited in a story thread is that it feels a bit too much like playing football with Lucy (in the Peanuts Cartoon) or playing the lottery. The odds of getting a satisfying story are not in our favor. And if we do? The damn thing keeps going and is likely to disappoint us in a week or two.
That's kind of a good analogy about life, come to think about it.