Zombie Prince

Rum, orange juice, grapefruit juice - blah. That's a recipe for gastritis if anything is. Jule tried a sip and was not impressed - hence the frowning "o" in "zombie.

I have a bottle of pomegranate juice in the fridge, which I purchased thinking surely at least one cocktail in my book must require it, but no. So I'm drinking a lot of pomegranate juice with soda water, which is refreshing, but does not contribute in any way to this project. I've just recently realized that fruit juices really shouldn't be kept opened in the fridge for more than a few days - they go bad. Grenadine, also. There was a murky white tornado in my grenadine when I swirled it, and it stank; very disappointing, as it's expensive and only comes in huge bottles, for some reason. I hate wasting food. Nothing much gives me more satisfaction than using up the last of some unusual ingredient, or the last of the vegetables in the crisper, not having to throw anything out.

Nothing worse than freezer burn.

That's from Saturday Night Live. Nothing worse? Cancer? Nope - freezer burn's worse. Etc.

I found out my TSH and CBC are normal, as of last week, so that's a pretty good indication that I'm not losing weight due to illness, which means I must be losing weight due to my lifestyle, diet and exercise! I eat continuously, and for exercise, I walk and do a few sit-ups and push-ups now and then, so that's pretty good! Or it's stress. Or the celexa. Or maybe gastritis, PUD? Hopefully not.

Bored and busy and tired and restless all at the same time. It's been a good weekend, though. I jumped on the trampoline with Caleb and Jule, with the sprinkler underneath drenching us, and took them garage sale-cruising, and grocery-shopping, and packed for Hamilton next weekend, and hoed the garden, and ate and drank with friends at the Old A, and watched "New Moon" (for Caleb), and "The Hurt Locker". "War is a drug". Sort of makes me want to give my life to the army. No, not really; I'm a pacifist. To something so pure and dirty, though, so focused - walking The Pilgrim's Way, for example - that would do it, I think. Flagging on construction - the hot, dusty monotony.

I dreamed that I was living with an old man in England, I was scheduled to be there three months, and spent my time sleeping, dusting cobwebs from the corners, cooking over a wood fire. I realized I could take a few weeks to walk the stony hills with my sleeping bag on my back, and decided to do it, and could hardly believe my luck.