Sunday April 18, 2004
Yesterday was a great day to stay indoors. Lots of rain. Not good for much except dragging boxes of kitchen equipment out of storage and searching out large jars for sproutings. Ah, yes, now that I am a witch in training, I am in need of more of my heretofore not accessible kitchen tools.
After not finding what I wanted at the newly expanded Canadian Tire store the other day, I thought I'd try again at some of the used-stuff places yesterday. I hit several with no joy and on a whim decided to stop at the smallish CT near me on way home. Bingo! I had to buy a dozen of them, but hey, they weren't much more than the lidless wonders at Value Village and the other musty places. 'Sides, they can be used for lots of stuff.
I decided that that (can be used for lots of stuff) was the difference between a tool, which I love, and a gadget, which other people in my family love. Speaking of which, my brother-in-law (a gadget lover, that's the connection here, in case you're getting lost already) reportedly posed the question "What does your sister know?" recently. I am shocked that he hasn't figured out that I know everything. I mean, he's only been part of the clan for a couple of decades at least.
Now, I am not sure he was fully informed of what I had observed (how better to know a fact?). It had to do with Chapters being closed on Good Friday, but when my sister related the exchange to me, it wasn't clear whether she and Ben were also discussing Good Friday or the Saturday right after that. Saturday was a capitalistic orgy in Kingston after the shopping fast of the day before. I can only presume it was the same elsewhere.
Anyway, during my conversation with my sister, I told her that after delving into the herbal concoctions that are now being enlisted to heal my liver, I'd been thinking of becoming a witch. Coincidently, during the trip to Chapters she'd become the proud owner of a huge book of spells. Thousands of spells, in fact. You may start to worry now.
The remainder of yesterday was a pain and confusion festival that had me thinking I'd maybe done way too much over the past few days, despite having slept lots. More thoughts of the strange circularity of my life these past few years and recollections of severe childhood hypoglycemia and what it had taught me - namely to listen to my body and adjust my eating accordingly. Also that my blood sugar fluctuations had a profound effect on my mood.
My mood was depressed in part due to the weather but also due to my blood sugar levels and my encounter with a vitamin merchant downtown the other day. He'd been through the same thing and it took 5 years for him to recover. 5 years! I am hoping that since I have been taking supplements and eating right (according to my body, not the latest book flogger's idea of right) for the past 30 years, I won't have as long a road back as he did.
Today has begun with fog outside and, since I live in a port city, fog horns sounding but no pain and a pretty decent mood, all things considered. Like the noise upstairs last night: kids partying in the bedroom over my office room and then - the freaking dog barking at 1:30 am. I heard it through the earplugs that are de rigueur.
When I got up and the noise started again, I put Linda's mix on nice and loud so I didn't have to listen to it. Humourously, the first song is Carole King's "Beautiful" .... you've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face. Yeah, right.
In other family news, today is my youngest sibling's birthday. In honour of which I am again not going to search him out. He has been unreachable for the past five or six years and I am positive he'll appreciate my respecting his choice. It's the least I could do. Something with which he is extremely familiar, but with which I am rather unfamiliar and perhaps a factor in his invisibility. I really don't know. He is now "the brother we never talk about" to my therapist.
Time for some more sorting and organizing of the kitchen equipments. Followed by a walk in the fog.