This morning, barely awake, I heard the panic button cackle. The coop had come to life with the sounds of death. The dogs started whining and scratching at the door and I bumbled around looking for shoes and slung open the door. We all ran towards the chicken house (some, um, faster at 630am than others) the dogs were on to something and growling and snapping and I had that sinking feeling that I was about to encounter 'it' and I was unarmed and the worst of it...in flip flops. I often think about footwear at the strangest times. How will I get out of this earthquake, this flood, this fire---in THESE shoes. As if I have winged ones back in the closet. And by unarmed I mean I forgot to grab a stick.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
This was a big week for everyone it seems. Lots of changes. Lots of roller coaster rides. Lots of things left behind, and some new beginnings. I for one am happy to be out of the starting gate. I have felt like I've had a failure to launch for a while. What is my next step? Is it this? Is it there? But the cool part about sitting still is that you can listen. Wait. Discern. The urge to DO SOMETHING has had to wait until it was right. You can't fake undercooked chicken and you shouldn't open a business just because you can. I've looked at taco trailers, cafe spaces, been asked to run a kitchen at a spa. No. No. No. All were wrong for many reasons. It's funny what we bill as 'opportunity' sometimes. I saw through the 'opportunity' to lose $50,000, build out another rented building and work with people who would certainly drive me bananas.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Animals have all the messages we need. If you pay attention that is. And that's not always easy. They don't talk. Spiders drop out of cabinets on your arm reaching for the honey. Bats swirl your head at a concert. A wild turkey is under your window when you open the curtains in the morning. Then again strolling across your kitchen deck. Then in a tree and flies (flies!?) over your head on your evening stroll near the fig tree.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
If yet another E. Coli break out in VEGETABLES wasn't enough for you to care about who's growing your food, I can't reach you. If you haven't heard, over 20 people have died from a suspect cuke, tomato or lettuce...over 250 are in the hospital waiting for their kidneys to fail. They have maybe linked it to a festival where over a million people ate some concession, maybe a salad---thinking they were making the right choice. It's sad really. It would have been less dangerous to have a flame grilled sausage. Fattening, sure. But you're still alive. E. Coli has become resistant to antibiotics and why? Yea, well the long and short of it is that we are prescribed too many of them. And they are in our factory farmed meats. Tolerance has grown. Useless when you actually NEED them because no one can seem to RIDE out the 4 days of inconvenience of a head cold so you've pumped up on antibiotics. And voila. You eat a pickle at a fair in Hamburg and you're dead.