Only one thing?

Someone once said "Do one thing every day that scars you," but that was too gruesome; now we only scare ourselves.

I don't do that daily. Do you? Today it was time for a your-mother-told-you-never-to scare: I swam alone in the Rio Grande. Now that damkeepers (dam engineers?) are releasing water from the lakes, there is a gentle, but insistent, current on the river that will keep you aerobically fit just by staying in your own waterfront property.

This weekend was a painful combo of heat, crowds, noise, and other people's drifting garbage. Today ... ahhh. Goodbye, weekend screamers. Take dat noise home with you. Full-timers can be magnanimous and indulgent on weekends - enjoy your tiny respite, workers - but even we can get exhausted when things get really wild. Or, am I just speaking for myself again?

Teenagers (boys and girls) camping alone. Does that seem smart to you, or am I ... GET OFF MY LAWN!! THAT BALL IS MINE NOW!!! ... oversensitive? I was a pretty permissive parent myself.

I have a nice shot of Annie and her new digs, but I'll let her show you herself.

Pack them full of space food sticks.

The winner of the Space Bag to Go giveaway is Sherry! Sherry, at your convenience, give me an address and I'll commission the Space Bag people to ship them out. Space Bags - the Luggage of Astronauts.

We wrapped up our juice reboot last night. We thought non-veggie foods would be ambrosia to our lips. Nectar of the gods. We were disappointed all around. My impression of "regular" food is that I feel worse after eating than I did during the juicing. Each meal sets me back a little. The challenge is to sort out what's ungreat about what I'm chewing. I'm annoyed to have my food fighting back - I want my juice!


Annie noted sweetly that I seemed cranky today. About what? Food. The good news is that we bought our own little juicer and returned Lori's, so now everyone can juice. I like to juice it juice it! I like to juice it juice it! I like to juice it juice it! We like to -- juice it!






Overview: We each lost a few pounds. We lost our morning headaches. I was not stiff and achy in the morning. We were less congested. I felt unimpaired by what I was eating, for a change.

The two of us spent $18/day on produce, a mix of conventional and organic. We sprang for organic for leafy things and soft-skinned fruits, and went organic as much as available otherwise.

I don't want to rush right back to coffee. I like being ready to go with or without a cuppa, or without having to flail helplessly until caffeine has kicked in. Your mileage may vary.


Last weekend we couldn't see the forest for the RVs. One huge group with several RVs and just as many tents showed up and made themselves right at home, laughing into the night and whooping randomly. We thought how happy they must be to have a long weekend to party with friends and forget the crap pile they call "work." Whoop! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Then another group crammed in close with their three rigs, and immediately began being happy for their own long weekend. Oh! Hoho! Aha! Ha! Ha! Phweeeeeeeeeee! [whistle] Somehow they completely quieted the first jubilant group.

It's interesting that some weekend RVers think because they're in the forest, there's no semblance of "quiet time." YAY! NO RULES IN THE FOREST! PHWEEEEEEEE!" [seriously, whistles. The heck, people.] We didn't get riled. It's all compassion, all the time around here. Don't ask for whom Sunday afternoon rolls. It rolls for thee.

Thanks for tolerating the food talk, you people who hate food talk. Thanks for feedback and reading references, you people who don't.