Day 290
I’ve been wondering about a few things all day … mostly about food and how things come to be.
I mean, who made marshmallows? How did that come about? I can only imagine it was an accident with some sugary substance. Something gone wrong that ended up so right. And imagine the baker’s surprise with the end result!
And who (genius!) decided that those said marshmallows should go on top of sweet potatoes? Why not on top of cabbage or green beans or beets? I mean, why sweet potatoes?
And in a world that contains so many different juice and water options … why is there not a strawberry juice? Or watermelon water?
It’s questions like these that plague me on a daily basis.
And, obviously, I find it really rather sad that my brain is not figuring out an end to world hunger or how to bring about world peace.
Instead I’m thinking of marshmallows, drinks and garnished vegetables!
I also was thinking today about how many uses are in a toothpaste tube? I mean, that is not important (usually) but I am sure there have been comparison studies between brands to figure this out. It seems I use the tube for quite some time and it always seems full … then the next day it’s half empty. How does this happen? Do elves come by and polish their pearly whites while I am tossing and turning trying to sleep?
Ah, sleep. That elusive luxury. At least for me these days. Sciatica and fractured vertebrae have made even the basic need of restoration a bit on the impossible side. Oh, I sleep … but it’s in between spasms and jolts of lightning and arms that have fallen asleep and are tingling with the resurgence of blood flow. It’s been a real challenge lately to get anything called quality sleep accomplished. Quantity hasn’t been easy to come by, either!
Today I folded and took one of my heavy duty pain meds … which means for most people no juggling chain saws, no using heavy machinery, no knife throwing practice. For me it means more along the lines of no going down stairs, no sipping hot soup, no knives other than spreaders!
In other words – I get a bit woozy/loopy. BUT … I can usually count on about four blissful hours of being about 75% pain-free and then just like Emeril … BAM! The pain starts again. And tonight it went just as always.
And to make matters worse … my glasses broke and literally fell off my face! I am blind and am now wearing my old, horrendously scratched glasses which now also means … no chain saws, no driving, no using heavy machinery and definitely no knife throwing. I just can’t SEE out of these things … but I can’t see AT ALL without them.
Anyway … if I’m woozy and blind maybe it’s just a good time to curl up and contemplate the important things in life … life’s greatest mysteries … who shot JFK? is ET real? who really did invent sweet potatoes covered with marshmallows?