I seriously think that god is punishing me sometimes. Why on Earth would he cause me to be possessed with such an insatiable appetite, truly insatiable, and allow me for hours to await dinner, have a a full and healthy and balanced lunch, yet, when it is time for bed, be so consumed by the need to consume that i find myself without sleep and having to skip breakfast the next day so as not to explode from over indulgence. I mean sometimes the next day may still be salvaged, like today, where, luckily, i had the opportunity to nap for two one hour periods at work.
Today was another field day, and we finally began talking about vegetable diseases. I could not tell you exactly where we were or how to get there. I slept there and I slept back, but it took an hour and was in a town called Freeville. We were led by a man named Tom Zitter who was introduced as "one of the best known and most famous plant pathologists alive." You always expect, when someone gets an introduction like that, they will have something extraordinary. Dr. Zitter's extraordinary attribute was his mustache (bigote en español, mustache en français,
ترجمات رئيسية in arabicIt was oddly angular and pointed on the top and complimented his droopy, bull-dog eyes. I was tired enough to be marginally rude in my inattentiveness, and found myself waltzing around a lettuce field while the rest of the group pushed forward with their disease survey. I had three companions: two asain women, i believe both were from china, who kept telling me how delicious certain weeds (like pigweed and lambsquarters) were and how important they were in chinese medicine. the other partner was Carly Summers, whom i always seem to take the pleasure in.
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So when i said earlier that i think god is punishing me for some strange reason, i failed to mention that he gave me the ability to stretch, and that i often find myself lost for the world until i realize i have forgotten to stretch that day.
I should not forget these little tools that get me through the day because they really do get me through the day. |
yes i am your mother, and i am not proud, but i thank the heavens above that i had some thing to do with it. amen
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ReplyDeleteTHanks mom, i saw a video on the rescuing of Koalas after the fires in Australia. All i can think of is a half-sedated, half-stoned, completely pissed off and crispy koala being bandaged up. I miss you terribly, you need to send me your cell phone number so that i might call you, if only to speak for 15 seconds.
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