I know it’s spring when:
- My winter clothes are away.
- None of my pants fit.
- I’m able to walk outside without a jacket.
- The fan is whirring away at night.
- I start looking at stuff to do outside the house.
- The plants are outside.
I know it’s spring when:
I found a hair tie on the ground outside this morning. It was one of those plastic coil hair ties which I’ve been wanting to try for a while now but refuse to get because zero-waste, Kondo blahblah. So my instinct was to keep walking. Not going to pick it up, even to throw it in the trash. Yuck, it’s outside on the ground and someone clearly used it before. But in an odd out-of-body experience, I doubled back and picked it up. I washed it at work and used it. It’s nice. It doesn’t pull my hair. I don’t know that it’s sturdy enough to use at the gym, but it works for a lunch. It mildly makes me want to hop on Amazon and buy a bunch more. Not this year though.
I read a blog post once of a zero-waste lady who entirely stopped buying hair ties and bobby pins and exclusively used ones she found. Hair ties and pins are one of those things that sort of disappear into the same netherworld where the other sock and matching glove goes. I don’t know that I’ve encountered enough rogue ties and pins to keep me in steady supply, or I subconsciously choose to ignore them, but I kinda like the idea of adopting strays and giving them purpose again.
Go see a doctor if your pee-hole burns. There. Now that that’s out of the way, on with the quack show!
Don’t get me wrong, I love antibiotics. I’d be dead by now without them more than likely. But they’re my solution of last resort because microbiome – good. Scorched earth on microbiome – not so good. It’s the body’s personal pharmacy. Unfortunately I get UTIs sometimes 2 or 3 times a year. For a few years, they went away and I thought I was so superstar! And while I still am so superstar, they’re back. In the past, I’ve always taken antibiotics to clear them up because I thought that was how it was done. And every doctor I’ve asked has told me antibiotics are the solution for UTIs. So that’s why I put that out there first. If you listen to a doctor, they will advise you not to listen to any of this horseshit I’m about to share. And that is fine. For me, this worked. I’m here to share my experiences. Learn from my n=1 experiment so to speak.
TL;DR – Try drinking blended up whole cranberries with some ACV throughout the day for two weeks. I added ginger but I don’t think the ginger is the magic. It’s the whole blended cranberries.
I cleared this UTI without antibiotics.
Also something I learned from my coworker: after sex, pee, then drink, then pee again. I think for those of us prone to it, it’s important to do that because by my experience, peeing just the once clearly doesn’t work!!
Also I plan to have frozen cranberries in my freezer at all times. And it probably wouldn’t hurt to periodically have a cranberry smoothie.
Things I’ve tried that did not work:
A guy sitting with his feet resting on another seat.
He gets off at his stop and leaves a dirty salt grimy shoe print on the seat.
It’s March! It’s freezing outside! I’m starting my beans anyway! Because I see sun! Hurray!
In case you can’t see all the text, from left to right, Nuna, Snow Cap, Hutterite Soup, Tiger Eye. I realize only planting one bean of each type is a highly risky endeavor. I may not end up with four beanstalks. I’ll take my chances, and I don’t know that there’s room for four beanstalks anyway. We’ll just see what grows. It’s mostly for fun anyway. The yield is usually just a palmful to a bowlful of beans. Not enough to set up a tent at the farmer’s market.
In the spirit of the Throwaway Year, I intend to throw away/donate one item per day of Lent. Despite my mindfulness in not bringing things in, I still have so many things to take out of the house. How does this happen?! I’m not even referring to actual trash. I intend to get rid of things.
The Konmari method is actually the opposite of this. According to her, I really ought to identify the things I want to keep and then just get rid of everything else. That kind of thinking is similar to bonsai or tree grooming. Finding the beauty or essence of the branches and cutting away the excess to reveal the shrub or tree.
It’s too hard to tackle for me. I’m going with finding stuff to take away for now. That’s challenging enough and it does make a gradual difference.
Taylor Swift, you’re free this year. I have a new object of my affection – Marie Kondo.
Having not read either of her books and only seeing one episode of her Netflix show, Marie Kondo has affected me – that’s how influential she is. Heck, I’m devoting 2019 to my cobbled-together interpretation of her philosophy.
The first time I saw her folding clothes on episode one of her show, I scoffed. That’s the last of her ideas I will adopt. Pfft. I DO NOT fold clothes. They fit in the drawers (or not) and if I can’t shut the drawer I leave them open. I have better things to do with my time. Like watching other people organize their clothes.
Fast forward a few weeks and last night, as I was watching Jane the Virgin (great empty-head show), I got it in my head to try folding my clusterfuck of a jeans drawer. I should have taken a before photo but the urge to Kondo struck fast and hard so just picture in your mind unfolded jeans jammed tightly into a drawer and the drawer shuts – snugly. But look at the results!
Not only do I have an organized drawer of jeans, there was extra room in there to shove my winter knit stockings. (Kondo would have rolled them, but I’m not there yet.)
Three things I gathered from this exercise.
I don’t know if I’ll keep this up. And I certainly have no intentions of replicating this for socks or underwear. That’s just absurd.
This is the year of Peppa Pig! The Earth Pig to be specific. Earth pigs are probably much like Peppa and love jumping up and down in muddy puddles, while wearing boots of course.
Pigs are symbols of wealth and fortune. May we all be blessed with good fortune in the new year!
This blog is 12!
Here are things I still do from 12 years ago:
Here are things I no longer do that I used to enjoy 12 years ago:
It’s still January, so not too late to be looking back at the previous year right?
Here’s a rundown of the clothes I bought for myself last year and how I feel about them now.
I’m hoping to only take clothes out of the closet this year and not add anything. However, I anticipate failing when I travel and if I thrift.