So Monday I swapped skating for writing, and Tuesday I swapped writing for getting my hair cut. Which is to say, I swapped skating for getting my hair cut. When I got home, I had not good news: my sister's cancer showed up more in her lymph nodes in her latest scan. If you don't know, she's had this cancer for six years & she feels great; it isn't making her sick, but it makes itself known every now and again. It's like the worst knock knock joke ever. It was only nine o'clock, but I went to bed. It was too early to go to sleep; so naturally I was awake at two or four in the morning, grumpily telling pit crew that I dreamed he had gotten the attention of some girl by dragging a ribbon on the ground. What. He was already awake!
Skating four times a week, for sure you feel stretched. To suddenly have skating only once this week, it's like somebody just dropped the other end of the string. I do not like it. I don't want to pick up with more writing or watching television. I want to skate, write, watch TV, and go out with friends balanced. Or as my dad used to say, "Too much of anything is no good," which when I was eleven I would equivocate with Like what, vodka? I'll say this for myself, I drink balanced. There's no doubt that I am my father's daughter, though. Though the black sense of humor is Mom.
In the end, I decided to make the carrot oatmeal cookies from 101 Cookbooks, only I made mine with coconut instead of walnuts. The carrots don't do much for me, I'd just as soon leave them out & maybe add chopped dates. I was extremely pleased to find the Nutiva coconut oil at Lincoln Park Market, after my haircut. I am avoiding Whole Foods. And no, I don't know that Jewel supports single-payer healthcare or that Stanley's doesn't sacrifice small children under the harvest moon. I mean, I'm pretty sure they don't. I'm not pure, I'm actually basically against perfectionism. But if the CEO of Whole Foods is going to bray in the Wall Street Journal that health is not a human right, I know not to give my money to the loud donkey at least. I'm also thinking about not cooking with eggs anymore. Because of the baby chicks.
I'm not going to be perfect. I'm not going to be preaching, I just read a piece in GirlieGirl Army where the guy starts that he's going to bust the myth about vegans being "vegangelical" and then proceeds to get pretty evangelical. I know better vegans than that. Look, this is alla Poppy: I ain't telling you what to do, just telling you how I do... and I'm telling you, I'm a big weirdo. You don't have to be like me.
