I have become the owner of two composting systems. One is a standard composter that will sit out in my garden area. The other is a bokashi bucket. I haven’t taken the time to unpack it here at home. The girls at work took a look at it and think I have, for sure, lost my marbles this time. I’ll try to get it started tomorrow evening. I need to get the other (a Soilsaver) set up, too, to handle the matter that has already begun to rot. Since citrus doesn’t make good compost (at least that’s what I’ve gathered), I’ll continue to pitch the orange and grapefruit peelings out next to the woods. I feel I have taken an auspicious first step to growing some of my own food!
Now to report. I was in bed by 10:02 last night. That’s close enough to qualify for meeting the deadline I set for myself. This morning, I exercised for 30 minutes including a 45 second pushup and two sets of 20 wall pushups at work. My fat intake was 1/2 small avocado. Seems I crave heavier food in very cold weather. It was under 20º early today. In the summer, I can go for days without overt or covert fat and I’m fine.
Day Two Raw Food
30 ozzies OJ
32 ozzies banana/blueberry/spinach smoothie
4 small pears (2 Bosc and 2 red Bartlett)
36 ozzies banana/romaine/red leaf smoothie
2 pickling cucumbers
1 Bubbies pickle
4 small tomatoes, 1 pickling cucumber, small amount organic onion, the aforementioned avocado, kelp noodles in a Kelp Noodle Salad
The woman who took the persimmon pudding to her grandfather stopped in and asked for some more for him. She said she’d pay for the persimmons. I told her they are out of season but I had a few left in the fridge I could use. She insisted on paying but I told her no. I wouldn’t know how much to charge and the little bit I’d get wouldn’t make me or break me. If it can make an old man happy, that’s good.
I’m beginning to wilt again from no time to speak of outdoors. I need some sun! Looks like 40s is the best WeatherBug can do for later on this week. There are folks who frequent tanning beds in the winter months but I want the Real Deal, thank you anyway. I don’t think anything manmade can compete. Maybe damage but not compete.
It was afternoon before I went to visit my friend. She hauled out some clothes her daughter had brought her. She thought they were too flashy but I thought they were beautiful. I told her to put on a fashion show at the nurses’ station but she said I was crazy. Guess she’s joined the rest of the people around there in her opinion of my mental condition.
She’d been working on a list for dietary but now she says she isn’t going to give it to them. I guess Triscuits with cream cheese is too gourmet? I’m through buying her special things to eat. Her food is supposed to be supplied by the nursing home and it’s supposed to be her preferences that are considered. If she won’t speak up, okay. She said she’d have her daughter buy what she wants. I can be as stubborn as she is.
I was scraping the bottom of the barrel, clothes-wise, so I did a load of laundry when I got home. Hopefully, things will be dry by morning.
I’m sleepy and it isn’t even 9:15. Think I’ll turn in early. Will that be extra points for the Challenge? I doubt it.