Carnivore Dreams – Soon

Einstein’s thought for the day.

I’ve been working on a comment regarding the latest controversy over race and basic human interaction.  It’s coming.

In the meantime, it’s a lovely day here in Elk Rapids, 83 today. I have gardening and house cleaning to do, a dog to walk soon, and a headache to vanquish.

Last night I spent a good while in the hot tub trying to alleviate pain from a benign hemangioma tumor in my spine.  They are vascular.  I’ve had trouble with my upper/mid back for years and this is apparently why.  Most people have trouble with their lower backs.  I think this tumor is also responsible for my many headaches, either because it affects spinal fluid (and I have a few cysts in my sacrum area that can do that as well) or because of the tension in my shoulders as a result of the thing and the pain.  I’m seeing a neurosurgeon to get information soon, but I doubt highly I’ll be letting people operate on my back since doing so can weaken the spinal column (cement and screws and stuff?–I don’t think so).

So it’s likely that getting back on my good diet will help and some adjustments in exercise.  No gardening and not cleaning the house are not in the cards, but I can adjust some other exercises — yoga strength rather than some of the full body upper body strength exercises that obviously aggravate it.  No raking leaves.  We did have someone help clean house but haven’t had her come since the virus–she will resume sometime soon.

So I’m sipping coffee, looking out the french doors at a lovely morning.  Dad is having coffee and I’ll make him just an English muffin and fruit today — some peanut butter — yesterday he had shirred eggs — his favorite — and bacon and English muffins.  He eats pretty well.

I’ll make him some chicken fajitas tonight with roasted peppers and onions, lots of garden cilantro, low carb shells.  Mama Lupe’s — they are the best even if you weren’t doing low carb.  I may fast or have a bit of chicken or leftover hamburgers.  I’ve been sipping on cokes for weeks because it settles my stomach but the fructose is not helping my overall health.

We sold our tiny rv.  And traded in our huge 5th wheel for a mid-sized Lance trailer.  A really nice unit, top quality, and over a hundred dollars less going out.  Someday we’ll travel.  We think we have a rental house sold finally and that will enable us to adjust some finances in case we have tougher times ahead.  Keep a good thought.

I’m reading Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Living (I think it’s called–it’s on my kindle, so I don’t have the book right in front of me–gees as a writer I resist the kindle thing, the replacement for a good tactile book in your hand–yet I find myself using it to save a few dollars and to get the words into my hands faster–but I usually still order the hard copies of things.  There just is no substitute for the look and smell of a real book in your hands–not to mention the idea of my words floating around in the ether fills me with panic).  It’s interesting to hear someone talk who still believes in old fashioned responsibility for ones life.  He’s managed to not get fired from his teaching job in Toronto — I forget which university right now.  More soon on that.

But tomorrow or Sunday I’ll post about my facebook exchange between old friends (one of them a friend of 25 years who is black and waded into our facebook fiasco).  It’s taken some time to formulate this post, framing the situation properly, but his thoughts will be worth waiting for.

Happy Friday.  How goes the battle?  Diet?  Dreams?  Social interaction?  Virus?  Life returning to normal?  Thoughts for our Friday?