Lunch Adventures

My lunch can make me or break me. Today my lunch has to make me. 


My lunch saga in six parts ... Can you top this?


I am not well today which is why I made myself a very early, healthy lunch. Today I had lunch at 9 AM. I was really dragging, and even kind of shaky. Sort of like a big ugly hang-over although I haven't had alcohol for a whole lot of years. I had a weird day yesterday.Totally screwy. And screwy weird days can often act just like a drug. 


First of all I will explain something: I like feng sui; I can't seem to get enough of it. I also like my farm; I rarely want to leave it. I love my life-style and I love my peace. But, uh, I broke my "reclusive" period in which I had been alone for a week ripping my closets and storage boxes apart and making a major mess of things and I decided to get away and visit a friend.


This friend, on this particular occasion, was not the right friend to break my fast with. Her house and yard situation is even more busy and cluttered than mine has been lately. On top of that, she talks even more than I do. She drinks coffee all day and I never drink coffee unless I am visiting her. Go figure. Like visiting her is not a big enough drug I go and add coffee to it. Three cups of it as a matter of fact. Then I went out in her yard which was chuck-a-buck with Scotch Broom (a plant known to make people stop breathing, choke up and die;) so I had a blast of my asthma inhaler which I haven't had to use but once the last four months. 


By the time I got behind the wheel to drive my wasted self home I felt a bit like being drunk. Really freaky drug buzzed. Talking really fast and moving rather quickly and jumpy. I have never had a traffic accident, not even a simple traffic ticket so I wasn't worried about that, but maybe I should have been just for maturity sake anyway. Gratefully it was a good ride home, traffic was light, it was 7 PM. 


I ate a plate of spaghetti just before leaving her house; what is this! I am a fresh vegetable freak, I don't do pasta. 


Well, I got home just fine, hopped into bed, watched a movie on my laptop and fell asleep. Woke up at 5 AM and felt like dog poo. In fact I felt so awful I didn't have the clarity or gumption to make breakfast. The only thing that brightened my spirit was the thought of going outdoors and seeing my garden and looking at the sky; those of you who have gardens know that kind of early morning thrill, but lo, this morning the thrill didn't last long. I found a hundred slugs eating away at my collard greens, my lettuce and peas. Ohhhh ughhhhh! 


A stomach wrenching hour of killing slugs. Another thing I don't do is killing! I have feelings about that sort of thing. So I crumbled. I sort of crawled up the steps to my RV and made an avacado/onion sandwich and went back to bed. The avacado was the wrong choice because it felt like cold dead slugs in my mouth. That was an hour ago. I am now back to the land of the living. Sort of. Avocado, onion and a nap will do it every time. Especially if it's on a slice of sprouted grain sourdough spelt bread. 


Your homework today is this. Think back to one of your ugly days and write a short story about it and then send it to 5 friends and tell them to do the same and then they will receive 5 million .... bla bla bla. 


And no matter what, smile, just a bit anyway. 
After all, this is the only life we've got! 
And thank Goodness, things aren't any worse!