After eating the macaroni and cheese for two days straight, I decided I should dedicate some time to vegetables. Gigi fortunately made salad today, along with some grilled/baked (graked?) vegetable and butter beans, so most of what I’ve eaten today has been relatively healthy.
I am also again in possession of Flintstone vitamins.
Whether or not I shared with everyone, I think I’ll mention it now: I made an executive decision last week to take a kind of spiritual retreat and not venture out so much. Much of my time now is being spent in prayer, meditation, and various kind of spiritual focuses. Meditation is far too precious of a practice for me to not pay more attention to it, and whether or not everyone knows, I meditate every day and have for something like two, almost three years. Even at this point, I still can’t totally seem to stop my thoughts; it happens here and there, which is very relaxing, though there’s a kind of strange tension that remains when I’m observing my mind and there are no thoughts. It’s not really how they describe it in the books; then again, there are also various “stages” of meditation, so I won’t presume that I actually know more than I do.
Cooking and eating, being a bit of a religious experience for me as well, have remained high on the list of focuses in my miniature retreat. It’s temporary and only lasting for a month, with the exceptions of previously scheduled events and events that are scheduled ahead of time.
Tomorrow I’ll be making a dish to take to my friend Kelly’s house. I’ve nicknamed the event MODEL- Mystics On Deck Examining Life. The issue at hand is not knowing what dish to take to Kelly’s, but naturally, between now and the time I arrive at her doorstep smiling and buzzing in a WASPy way, I’m sure something excellent will come up.
Also, tomorrow I’ll try to repost the Onyx Plate’s blog about her t-shirts so all interested buyers can contact her about them. The t-shirts go along to some degree with the “FOOdie” joke I made, and they actually look really cool for anyone who’s a foodie.
In other news, I discovered today that not all the Morning Star Spicy Black Bean Burgers were eaten! I couldn’t find the box earlier today and guessed we were out, but lo and behold, I went to check for something in the freezer and found them tucked away. That’s what you get for having people bring massive amounts of okra.
Truth be told, before writing this entry, I had already written a pithy 500-word blog entry about racism (I’m reading The Help, and my inner activist stood to attention), but then I deleted it as I lost the fervor somewhere and realized writing a long blog laden with curse words wouldn’t actually change anything that happened in the 1960s. Sometimes I can’t get over the stupidity of racists. If I weren’t a nice person, I would probably ask them how their brain functions if they’re so backwards and stupid. Alternately, I would ask if they were in the least bit concerned that there might be a Hell.
But I’m a nice person, so I don’t inquire in such a manner.