November 9, 2012
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Spinach Recall
I opened Yahoo! this morning for my fix on the news and I read a horrifying and contradictory headline that made my blood run cold.
Spinach Recall.
To be up front and utterly honest, I have been striving the past few months to lessen my impact on the planet by reducing the amount of weight I slam against it at every step, and my primary method of achieving this end is to improve the quality of the food that I eat.
This was not a major struggle, actually.
Eliminating Fritos, Cheetos and potato chips–and Dr. Pepper–is a major health move for me.
The extreme opposite end of such a health move would be spinach or kale, neither one of which have ventured into my physical system for several decades.
Still.
I was saving them for more desperate days.
The notion that someone could get sick by eating spinach is just…treason. What is this world coming to?
Some things are just sacred. Not necessarily good-tasting, but sacred, none-the-less.
I didn’t read the article. I have found that this approach to problem solving works increasingly well for me. I tried paying attention to the election and wound up spitting and hissing and shaking things in my teeth like Annie. My patience with the other-minded is fading with age. (And yes, I acknowledge this: I do remember the expression of bemused patience on the faces of my Grandparents as I explained to them how the world needed to change, those oh, so many years ago. God what an arrogant little shit I must have been.)
I assume wild pigs have been eliminating waste in the spinach fields of California again.
I can’t grow spinach in my dining room for much the same reason.
Yesterday I borrowed my friends Lisa and Suzie (who may actually prefer being known as ‘Sue’–I should ask her) from her anniversary celebrations to help me take Annie to the dog park. They played in the woods, and then came into the grass park. Lisa is more mobile than I am and more of a dog person, so she recognizes signs of trouble coming faster than I do and can get to them. I think we are making progress.
Right now there are two dogs lying side by side in the sun streaming into the Conservatory. My clothes for the day are still clicking in the dryer and my partner, still on drugs, just cut her own hair. It looks nice.
I was supposed to go to writer’s group today but my fellow writers have succumbed to various maladies.
And life goes on.
