Hello Fellow Travelers!
I had several good ideas about cancer stuff to write about and all those happy World Series feelings are gone because Serious Storm or Super Storm Sandy was bearing down on New York! Airports were closed! Water was flooding subways! They forecasted snowfall! I watched Katrina closely and Sandy sounds a lot like Katrina in reverse. Black President being closely watched to see if he bungles the Federal Response the way Bush did in '05. Thankfully, Mr. Obama seems to have been keeping an eye on Sandy. Apparently most of the people told to leave, left. Sandy was a big, nasty, storm made a long assault on Manhattan and Atlantic City. History making weather! Lady Liberty is dark! Katrina was a Category 5 hurricane, Sandy wasn't even a hurricane but she pounded New York so it got a lot of media coverage. And you could tell it was going to leave a big mess behind. And then those same places and poor people are getting slammed by a Nor'easter, whatever that is, it brings snow. So there are situations worse than a cancerous brain tumor. No, not really. Being cold, damp and in darkness temporarily sucks but it probably isn't permanent. Probably won't last months let alone years.
However, today I want to talk about food, something I have always held in low regard has begun to become a big problem for me. Specifically, I have tremendous difficulty operating a fork and a spoon. Forget the knife. I have always thought of food as a necessary evil - as fuel and this belief I have firmly held all my adult life. That, and I really only eat things I really enjoy. This might be another example of an old way of thinking that no longer applies. I have enough to contend with, it suits me just fine to forget food altogether. That has always been my failsafe, fallback position.
I find eating to be pretty disgusting anyway, my big problem with food is essentially the same problem I have with trendy clothes and new houses: It's too impermanent. I like to do a chore or spend money one time and be done with it. Eating is a constant process. It really seems tedious to me, and if made more difficult by brain trauma, something I'd just as soon skip. It is really low on my list of things to fix.
My patient spouse who has been producing food without fail, produced (on three separate evenings) the two foods I hate above all others: meat loaf (it sounds like what it is, gross! I mean who the hell wants a loaf shaped out of meat?) and bbqd salmon . You know the sideways cut of the fish that leaves the bones in and the skin on, keeping in all that salmony goodness. Yuck! My son really likes a loaf made of meat. You know why? It involves ketchup, my least favorite condiment. I recently saw a Stouffer's commercial for their "homemade" loaf o' meat, and theirs looked exactly like my spouse's! If Stouffer's is making it people somewhere are eating it. My spouse is making the right kind, I just don't believe that "meat" and "loaf" belong in the same sentence, let alone on the same plate! The spouse can make it until the world ends (December 21, Happy Birthday Ian!) as long as he doesn't expect me to eat it.
Thought for the Day: Just when I stopped watching ID (it moved even too slow for me)they came up with a snazzy new title to draw me back. Ready? From the network that brought you "Who the @#!! Did I Marry?" now comes,"Wives with Knives" destined to be a classic. You can't make this up! It practically writes itself!
I had several good ideas about cancer stuff to write about and all those happy World Series feelings are gone because Serious Storm or Super Storm Sandy was bearing down on New York! Airports were closed! Water was flooding subways! They forecasted snowfall! I watched Katrina closely and Sandy sounds a lot like Katrina in reverse. Black President being closely watched to see if he bungles the Federal Response the way Bush did in '05. Thankfully, Mr. Obama seems to have been keeping an eye on Sandy. Apparently most of the people told to leave, left. Sandy was a big, nasty, storm made a long assault on Manhattan and Atlantic City. History making weather! Lady Liberty is dark! Katrina was a Category 5 hurricane, Sandy wasn't even a hurricane but she pounded New York so it got a lot of media coverage. And you could tell it was going to leave a big mess behind. And then those same places and poor people are getting slammed by a Nor'easter, whatever that is, it brings snow. So there are situations worse than a cancerous brain tumor. No, not really. Being cold, damp and in darkness temporarily sucks but it probably isn't permanent. Probably won't last months let alone years.
However, today I want to talk about food, something I have always held in low regard has begun to become a big problem for me. Specifically, I have tremendous difficulty operating a fork and a spoon. Forget the knife. I have always thought of food as a necessary evil - as fuel and this belief I have firmly held all my adult life. That, and I really only eat things I really enjoy. This might be another example of an old way of thinking that no longer applies. I have enough to contend with, it suits me just fine to forget food altogether. That has always been my failsafe, fallback position.
I find eating to be pretty disgusting anyway, my big problem with food is essentially the same problem I have with trendy clothes and new houses: It's too impermanent. I like to do a chore or spend money one time and be done with it. Eating is a constant process. It really seems tedious to me, and if made more difficult by brain trauma, something I'd just as soon skip. It is really low on my list of things to fix.
My patient spouse who has been producing food without fail, produced (on three separate evenings) the two foods I hate above all others: meat loaf (it sounds like what it is, gross! I mean who the hell wants a loaf shaped out of meat?) and bbqd salmon . You know the sideways cut of the fish that leaves the bones in and the skin on, keeping in all that salmony goodness. Yuck! My son really likes a loaf made of meat. You know why? It involves ketchup, my least favorite condiment. I recently saw a Stouffer's commercial for their "homemade" loaf o' meat, and theirs looked exactly like my spouse's! If Stouffer's is making it people somewhere are eating it. My spouse is making the right kind, I just don't believe that "meat" and "loaf" belong in the same sentence, let alone on the same plate! The spouse can make it until the world ends (December 21, Happy Birthday Ian!) as long as he doesn't expect me to eat it.
Thought for the Day: Just when I stopped watching ID (it moved even too slow for me)they came up with a snazzy new title to draw me back. Ready? From the network that brought you "Who the @#!! Did I Marry?" now comes,"Wives with Knives" destined to be a classic. You can't make this up! It practically writes itself!
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