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Rabbit rabbit baby. I said it this morning but not to another person, just my own self. Why do I seem to remember that months without an "r" didn't count? That's queer, isn't it. Something to do with oysters, I think. It's a good day darling. Sweetie darling, you don't mind if I call you sweetie, do you darling? That's okay, you can call me anything but late for dinner. I'm going to have to make some vegan cheese soon because I'm into not eating meat or dairy so I need a cheese replacement. There is no substitute for meat!
It's a good day! Yesterday was not so good! We had a miserable storm late afternoon that dumped seven inches of rain in one hour on this flooded little island. We made it home, swimming up Prairie Avenue while praying the entire trip that we wouldn't flood out like the stranded cars all around us. It was a nightmare. The afternoon at work was miserable too. We had to close the memorial because it was totally flooded! Too much rain too quickly. Earth is mad at us for what we have done to this little island. We are dry today.
Phone, tablet or laptop. They're all the same now. We have too many choices. There is something to be said about a lot of choices. It's a first world problem. I had a good time watching a youtube video of third world people reading first word problems. The one I really liked showed a boy in a room with nothing but a bed saying, "I hate it when my charging chord doesn't reach the bed from the night stand." That's a good one. There are so many other things much more important to worry about. First world problems are stupid!
In four months, I'll be in Iceland. It's so fucking exciting. I've already booked tickets to New York and to Iceland and I've already paid for a ground tour that lasts like 10 days. I'm so fucking psyched. I'm going with Janet because she became my traveling companion since we took that cruise to Alaska years ago. I asked Raoul. He's indignant but he doesn't want to go. I don't get it. I really thought he would want to go to Iceland with me. I also thought he would want to go to Alaska, so go figure. I'll be okay!
Time's up! I just have to do! It's time to become a real person. I have to get out of this house. It's time to shit, shower and shave. That's the ticket. I have to get ready and go do something. I don't really care. I just need to go. That show "Younger" is working my hole. I need to go to the Palace of Juices. But today I have plans to go to Holly's for lunch and then afterward go to a movie at the Cosford cinema and then have a big fluffy donut. Sounds like a good plan!
I just toasted two mini croissants and coated them with peanut butter and jelly. That was truly filling. I'm so pleased with myself that I'm not going to Starbucks even though they sent me an email saying that today is double star day. Not going to do it. I was going to go get a sandwich and coffee but I already ate. Besides, I'm plant based these days so if I go there I have to get almond or coconut milk instead of liquid pus. That's how I've talked myself out of milk. It's full of pus. Like, totally ew.
I am writing days behind because I let myself get behind. The good news is that it's only a couple of days and not a couple of weeks like I've let happen in the past. I'm catching up. It's really Wednesday and I'm writing about Monday. What was happening Monday? Just another day to be miserable! I went through the day as though it were just another day. And it was. If you live today like it's your last day, one day you will surely be correct. Today is a good day to die. Once you're dead, you don't know!
It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. It's just another day, do do do do do do. It's just another day. Good one!
Eat vegetables, nuts and seeds, some fruit, little starch and no sugar. Keep intake to levels that will support exercise but not body fat. Practice and train major lifts: Deadlift, clean, squat, presses, clean and jerk, snatch. Similarly master the basics of gymnastics: pull-ups, dips, rope climb, push-ups, sit-ups, presses to handstand, pirouettes, flips, splits, holds. Bike, run, swim, row etc, hard and fast. Five or six days per week mix these elements in as many combinations and patterns as creativity will allow. Routine is the enemy. Keep workouts short and intense. Regularly learn play new sports.
It seems that this person wanted to go down to El Palacio de los Jugos. Let's go and pork it up. It's time. I can feel the explosion even though I've been going whole food plant based since last weekend. I didn't write anything about it because it's not as easy as it sounds. I've been drinking cashew milk all week instead of cow milk. That's really difficult and I just read something that said all these cheese substitutes are just yearning for products made from other animal's milk. Like, ew. I don't want fake cheese. I want whole foods!
A piece of fried pork is technically a whole food. It's just pork. Nothing else. No fancy additional products. It's not grown from the ground but it is grown from a piggly wiggly. It's so good. Why is it that the pork products are so delicious? It's just not a good thing. We need to just get over it. Meat is murder. I'm on a kick. I've been kicking it around for a long long time. I've made it this far eating animals. That's just wrong. No more animal products. That's the thing. It's all good. Just go with it.
Is today a good day to go to Costco? I usually go on Saturday to put gas into the car. But I can probably go another whole week before I get drastically low. Right now, it's like half a tank. I need to top it off. That's what HRS has done to me. He's such a son of a bitch. That's right. He knows it and sometimes he's so proud of that. It's not a good thing. I'm pussy whipped. He's my pussy. That's the way things turned out. After almost 40 years of being together. It's a real thing.
Writing 100 words on a daily basis is like trying to put thread through the eye of the needle. Whatever happened to our love? It's really a long time. Is this the right way to write? I don't think so. There's something to be said about that too. Don't you realize that this is going nowhere quickly? It's okay. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I wonder as I wander. And I wander while wondering. Those are all good concepts for another day of another 100 words. That's a good thing, don't you know? It's good to be done!
Monday, Monday, so good to me. It was all I hoped it would be. It was so so sad. We're fuxxed as a country. This was a hateful weekend. We witness unbridled hatred fomented in Charlottesville Virginia. I have to get back to my own life. There's no need to think globally and act locally. It's pitiful. I pity the fool. It's time to stand up to this pettiness and say enough is enough. Just love each other already. What's the deal with all the hatred? I just can't understand it. There has got to be a better way. War!
Suddenly, I'm thinking about cream cheese with olives. I suppose there's a good substitute for cream cheese and it's probably made with cashews, the dairy cows of the vegan world. It's just crazy how much I want to eat some cut up olives in cream cheese. I can't stop thinking about it! Does that mean that I'm pregnant? I'm having an irrational craving! Oh well, that's what life after the crumbled cookie looks like. I don't ever want to bring another cookie to work. I need to go away. I'm tired. I tried but I couldn't do it. It's time.
Early in the morning that sun was up and the sky was very blue. Without any warning I looked up and my thoughts turned to you. Looking from this window, a thousands rivers running past my door. Standing wanting something from the shore. I can see very clearly that every has changed. Then lightning strikes across an empty sky. Ooh, the rain is falling. Ooh the is falling. Let it wash away those lonely tears. That's sweet. Quoting lyrics is one way to fill up 100 words. All their good intentions here I'll stay. Then raindrops hit the ground. Ooh!
Today is Thursday, August 17.It's an unusual day because it's 8-17-17. Yay for that. We have our garden clean getting ready for the big party on Saturday the 26th. The racism is still rampant with the new focus on removing confederate status. There are like 700 of those things standing. There's one in the Miami Cemetery. Raoul said we should go paint it pink. That's que sweet. I don't think it's a good idea. It's never nice to vandalize other folks' property. It's like I keep thinking of those old cement places that made statues. They're gone.
It's a bad habit I have of ignoring this social tasking. It's okay. I'll just sit here and tap out 100 words at a time while it pours down rain outside. It's good to have shelter. It's one of the most overlooked things for which I have grateful nest. It's a big deal too. How much do I spend to have this little chunk of land on the island that is shifting and has water climbing over it? It's no wonder I could sell this little piece of land for like a million. Will it be me or my heirs?
I may try to catch the wind. But I think it's more desirable to dodge the raindrops and get back inside. What would I be doing outside with an electronic device? It's just silly. But I do like the idea of sitting outside while it's raining and carrying on. That's a hoot in a holler. I am loving traveling around Miami and Miami Beach. It's what I do best. It's how I've calmed my mind for decades. I remember clearly driving around the street of Norfolk when I was stationed there in the Navy. Those were the days, my friend!
Sometimes when I write here, the things can get rather personal and there's absolutely no whey to erase this shite. That's why I'm very brave to write here. It's okay. I have no idea if hundreds or thousands or just a handful read these words. It's silly to think about it. I'll be gone and these words will continue to live on. I am in that sort of mood again today. I'm thinking about I've got to get ready. It's time. I can deal. Today is a good day to die. That's what I have already decided. Have a nice.
It's hard to believe this year continues to march on. It's already almost the end of the summer and it seems to me like we were just complaining about the cold weather. It's like the summer just flew on past. It was hotter than the hinges of hell. That's the way summer is. That's the way it's always been and that's the way it always will be. I love that they're saying on TV that teens are leaving Facebook. As if. That ain't gonna happen unless something better comes along. I guess it will but for now, Facebook is it.
The days, they come. The days, they go. It's just another day. That's a good one. I don't like to think about it but that's the way of the crumbled cookie. Soon it will be the day when we ask why are the palm trees standing. Why do birds fly? Cause they can. Rivers run dry! And what happens if and when the ocean dries up? Life's very unstable. It's built upon sand. For we all kind of like the shifting sands. That's the way of the world. It's like a cookie crumbling in your hand. There goes another one.
Soon it will be Christmas Day. Really! It's like nine minutes away. Let's not even discuss Labor Day. It's a done deal. We're going away. What else is new? Must be the season of the witch. That's what I get for listening to Donovan. I've been on a jag. Is that a good thing? That's my personality. You've got to pick up every stitch. Must be the season of the witch! It's okay, that's what happens when a good song comes on while I'm writing. It becomes the subject of my 100 words. That's the way of the crumbled cookie.
It's hard to believe that 25 years ago, we were deciding whether to stay in this house and weather the storm or go away. Raoul decided to stay with the animals and Justin and I went north to Candy's house where we slept peacefully and sound while Raoul was dealing with the howling winds and rains of the hurricane. It's a good thing he stayed here because the looters came to the neighborhood soon after the storm. The police were nowhere to be found and Raoul was left protecting the homestead. It really happened. The following weeks were horrifyingly horrible.
It's another First Alert Weather Day as South Florida is under a flood watch. Heavy rainfall begins this afternoon. What does this mean for tomorrow? We're supposed to have a garden party. Will it be forced indoors? We're having a party for Isora, Mandy and me. Isora and Mandy's birthdays have already passed and mine isn't for another week or so. Oh well, that's the way of the world. I'm going to start on Medicare. That's a big fucking deal, you know? I can't believe that I'm finally old. What else is new? It's a small world after all, dude.
Today's the big day. We're having a party. It's going to be a blow out. I'm excited. It's a celebration of three people's birthdays. I am glad that we decided to do it. Of course, I had little to do with the decision whether to have it or not and I'm also not involved in the preparation. I intend to just schmooze and be a guest at my own fiesta. I wonder if I should go out pre-party. No, I'll just rest awhile and get ready to party. I'm good to go. It's going to be a large time.
So, today was a rest day. Justin and I went to Steve's Pizza and then he headed home. He only left earphones and gym shorts. Not bad. He's really unbelievable when it comes to leaving stuff. I'm glad that he came down for my birthday. I'm also glad that his witch wife didn't come. Why is she so witchy? I don't know and we didn't discuss it and it is a subject that will never be broached. The party was fun but Raoul and Melinda were both on bad behavior. That's the way of the crumbled cookie. I had fun.
Here we go with take two. I wrote 100 words but for some reason, they didn't take. And now here I am writing 100 words all over again. It's okay. I can do this. It was a long weekend filled with rain. Luckily, the rain stopped for the party on Saturday night. Justin came down from Orlando and that was a nice birthday present. My 40-year-old baby is so large. How did I get a 40-year-old baby? Oh yeah, the relentless passage of time. Time marches on whether we're ready for it or not. Go time.
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They say it's your birthday. We're socking it to you. They say it's your birthday. We're gonna have a good time. I'm glad it's your birthday. Happy birthday to you. Don't you think that birthdays are all wrong? Why do we celebrate the person who was birthed? We should be celebrating the person who gave that birth! Mom, you're the best. Thank you for birthing me. That's the way it should be. That's the way it always is and that's the way I like it and that's the way I want it to be. Thank Paul for writing those words.
It's my birthday today. I am 65 years young. Am I old? Not really, but yes. It's okay. I'm right in the middle of the conundrum. I'm an enigma wrapped in a conundrum. That's que cute. And then there was reality. It came crashing down upon my head. And I said, "Here it comes. It's just your 19th nervous breakdown!" Let's put it this way, breakdowns just ain't what they used to be. It's just another subject for normal adult conversation. This is some rich text, eh? I'm ready to keep on keepin' on. That's the way I like it.
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