I went apple picking during Labor Day weekend. They had Jonagold, Red and Golden Delicious, Gala, and Mutsu. I like Golden, Jonagold, and Mutsu. I am okay with Reds and I dislike Galas. Galas are cloyingly sweet, and soft and mealy. Jonagolds have a good hard crunch and some tartness. Goldens also have a slight pleasing tartness. I do eat the cores now, which incidentally makes them much easier to slice. I take the seeds out though because I don’t like chewing on them.
Doesn’t that just make you think of fall? I had been ungratefully wishing for autumn days since July. Partly, because July was a stressful time at work so I just wished everything was fast forwarded away. Reality wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. Typical. And then suddenly last week cooled down noticeably, the humidity cleared, it’s dark before 8 PM and dark when I wake so now I’m wistful for July again. There’s just no pleasing me!
Anyway, in anticipation of fall, a bit of mostly useless information about apples, since they’re in season now. Apparently their cores are full of good bacteria – probiotics. So feel free to eat them if you feel like it. Or use cores in a smoothie if you don’t feel like biting into the fibrous bits. Smoothies are the easiest ways to eat throwaway fruit bits. Banana and citrus peels work too. Reduces effort from needing to peel and food waste.
I have a neighbor who is in her 90s. She lost her spouse maybe a year or two ago and she still cooks dishes he liked and gets his favorite things at the grocery store.
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.
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:
- Play Sims! (Actually I stopped, but recently fired it up again.)
- Superfan Taylor Swift.
- Grow plants.
- Keep aquariums.
- Read the Washington Post.
Here are things I no longer do that I used to enjoy 12 years ago:
- Drive. I mean, sure I can, but I rarely do now and definitely not regularly.
- Watch movies from DVDs that Netflix mails me. I don’t even own a DVD player.
- Go with friends to a mall to shop for clothes.
- Eat all the animals.
- Date and then over-analyze said dates. True story: this blog was created to cheer me up and distract me from being sad about the end of a relationship. Distraction worked. Distraction can be handy.
Twenty twenty has a nice roll off the tongue. Tuh-wen-ty twen-tee. Five or six years ago, 2020 seemed like a nebulous faraway place. I’d daydream of this or that and say, by 2020. These are the cans that I kicked down to 2020 (and am probably not going to achieve):
- Move to a place with a yard.
- Get a dog
- Get a cat
- Get a chinchilla
- Get an alpaca, llama, Brahman cattle, chickens, goats, apiary…
Yes, I see now that my life goals involve owning others. How not-so-subtly possessive. But alas, given that 2020 is less than a year away, I probably won’t achieve my despotic wishes by then. I’ll have to rethink my priorities.
The other person who inspired me a lot last year (well, maybe for a few years now) was Mr. Money Mustache. So between Marie Kondo with her get-rid-of-your-garbage philosophy, and MMM’s stop-buying-garbage philosophy, I was torn about which I would adopt as my theme for 2019. So I’m taking them both. I’m sure I’ve recycled these two ideas in past resolutions. It’s an uphill battle for me on both fronts and they relate. Stop trading my time and space for garbage.
With MMM in mind, I had originally drafted a post geared towards what I thought was going to be my 2019 project of reducing my annual food cost from 2018. This was in November before the end of the year and my data was incomplete so I waited to finish the post with all the dollars tallied. Lo, the outcome was stupid. Yes, I can lower my food costs. No I’m not as Mustachian as the man himself. But no. See food expenses in 2018 were lower than in 2017. Good enough for me. I apparently made strides without even trying.
My theory is, part way through 2018 I gave up on finding decent plant-based options in the area because they were mostly just mediocre, so we ate out a lot less. I don’t see the dining scene suddenly improving this year. We’ll still try a few places every now and again, but maybe this isn’t the pie slice I need to improve. I will just have to look elsewhere to improve my clutteriffic living situation. Anyway, it’s not like my food takes up that much space. Except maybe the beans and rice – I hoard that as if the next apocalypse were upon us.
I started purposefully throwing stuff away last year, but getting rid of things is an iterative process. For example, first, I got rid of the CD player/stereo. Then it was the DVD/VCR player. Then the VHS, DVDs, CDs, and Blu-Ray discs. And now I’m tossing the Blu-Ray player. We probably used it a handful of times before we just unplugged it and put it away. I think this is the last of the digital media I have, except for the Taylor Swift cds because TS. Although once I get rid of my PC, I won’t have any device to stick them in.
I think by being on the lookout to throw things away, I end up bringing fewer things in. At least that’s the hope. Whenever I consider getting something I think about the throwaway. The only things I haven’t gotten a handle on are the plants. I want all the plants!
I wanted to focus 2018 on flexibility. With my limbs. Stretch more. Use the foam roller more. I blame Instagram. Nothing good ever came out of social media eh? So that lasted for maaaybee a month? I mean I kinda’ sorta? Reality: I probably stretched no more or less than usual. You know how it goes with resolutions and old habits. I was hoping that my physical flexibility would manifest into my day-to-day life. That I could be more flexible physically and mentally. I’m not sure my brain flexed anymore than my limbs though so there ya go. Old habits are hard to kill. Then again, life is moment to moment so maybe just keeping the thought in mind helped in some way? I don’t know. It’s not something I measured, nor would I know how to. Or maybe not measuring and not tracking was itself a sort of flexibility. Just learning to go with the current moment rather than worrying about how I was in the previous moment. Anyway, I really enjoyed this “resolution” because it’s more flexible. How very meta. So I can’t tell how I did. There is no success or failure. It’s just a word.