The Saint Ruggle
Free-write. Because I just woke up and I haven't even had coffee or first breakfast. If the Hobbits have a meal or snack that comes BEFORE first breakfast, I would very much like to know what they call it. Nibbles.
I am free-writing associatively because it's a thing, everything is thing, now, or not. I myself have changuaged, over the years. I think. I can't quite chauge the ganguage langes. Here we are, on your feet soldier and a hup...
I have done a little of this and a little of that but it's nothing too exciting.
YESTERDAY on the other hand. I pushed myself to be worthy of my chosen name - Max - one of my chosen names - one can never have too many chosen names - and I went beyond my limits and had a pain flare up and now I'm in the midst of a fibro flare I think. It's hard to tell. There are strange sensations beyond just "my back hurts" / "ankle hurts" that I have come to associate with fibro. Everything is on fire when the fibro flares. My bones jump around inside my body, trying to break free, I don't know quite. I don't know how to describe fibro. Things hurt in odd ways, sting, burn, or tingle. Sometimes numbness. Lots of sensitivity to noise and smells and light and heat and velvet underground jk just joshing you. I'm just joshua treeing. I'm just death valleying.
Wow, my brain is so not ready for this writing thing. BUT I WILL COME ALIVE EVENTUALLY it writes in all caps. Oh yeah, brain? You left your caps lock key on again.
THAT WAS ON PURPOSE. THIS IS MY STYLE.
OK, brain.
ANYWAY, so. I made things. I roasted a red kabocha - my first time trying red kabocha, I like it even better than the other kind of kabocha. I made banana bread - this time with pecans as well as walnuts. I made watermelon popsicles that didn't turn out the best - I think in general that fruits with a higher concentration of water aren't great for popsicle making. I made, a first for me, PICKLED WATERMELON RIND. I'm not sure that turned out so well though, cuz I didn't follow the recipe perfectly and I think I should have sliced it all into smaller chunks, and well I guess we'll see.
SECRET TROUT!
SECRET TROUT ALERT!
Just kidding, that secret ain't talking.
SECRET TROUT.
I'd be your catfish friend, said RB. It was so sweet, like music.
I WOULD be your catfish friend, and it wouldn't even be catfishing.
Speaking of cats, my little nibbler has returned to her perch beside my pillows even though she just ate her first breakfast and usually if I'm not in bed when she is done eating, then she just wants to leave the room altogether. But she does love some post-first-breakfast cuddles with me so I feel bad neglecting her. She gets less cuddly over time, perhaps because of her health issues. I try so bad so hard to come up with the money for the vet but EVERY DAMN TIME I have even $100 or $200 I have to spend it on something more pressing, like cat food and cat litter and human food and toilet paper and soap and medical needs. Ugh yikes stripes.
YIPES.
Gotta go cuddle with kitty cat coconut.
I am free-writing associatively because it's a thing, everything is thing, now, or not. I myself have changuaged, over the years. I think. I can't quite chauge the ganguage langes. Here we are, on your feet soldier and a hup...
I have done a little of this and a little of that but it's nothing too exciting.
YESTERDAY on the other hand. I pushed myself to be worthy of my chosen name - Max - one of my chosen names - one can never have too many chosen names - and I went beyond my limits and had a pain flare up and now I'm in the midst of a fibro flare I think. It's hard to tell. There are strange sensations beyond just "my back hurts" / "ankle hurts" that I have come to associate with fibro. Everything is on fire when the fibro flares. My bones jump around inside my body, trying to break free, I don't know quite. I don't know how to describe fibro. Things hurt in odd ways, sting, burn, or tingle. Sometimes numbness. Lots of sensitivity to noise and smells and light and heat and velvet underground jk just joshing you. I'm just joshua treeing. I'm just death valleying.
Wow, my brain is so not ready for this writing thing. BUT I WILL COME ALIVE EVENTUALLY it writes in all caps. Oh yeah, brain? You left your caps lock key on again.
THAT WAS ON PURPOSE. THIS IS MY STYLE.
OK, brain.
ANYWAY, so. I made things. I roasted a red kabocha - my first time trying red kabocha, I like it even better than the other kind of kabocha. I made banana bread - this time with pecans as well as walnuts. I made watermelon popsicles that didn't turn out the best - I think in general that fruits with a higher concentration of water aren't great for popsicle making. I made, a first for me, PICKLED WATERMELON RIND. I'm not sure that turned out so well though, cuz I didn't follow the recipe perfectly and I think I should have sliced it all into smaller chunks, and well I guess we'll see.
SECRET TROUT!
SECRET TROUT ALERT!
Just kidding, that secret ain't talking.
SECRET TROUT.
I'd be your catfish friend, said RB. It was so sweet, like music.
I WOULD be your catfish friend, and it wouldn't even be catfishing.
Speaking of cats, my little nibbler has returned to her perch beside my pillows even though she just ate her first breakfast and usually if I'm not in bed when she is done eating, then she just wants to leave the room altogether. But she does love some post-first-breakfast cuddles with me so I feel bad neglecting her. She gets less cuddly over time, perhaps because of her health issues. I try so bad so hard to come up with the money for the vet but EVERY DAMN TIME I have even $100 or $200 I have to spend it on something more pressing, like cat food and cat litter and human food and toilet paper and soap and medical needs. Ugh yikes stripes.
YIPES.
Gotta go cuddle with kitty cat coconut.