My writer’s block continues as I search for a topic that will awaken my creative juices. Everything revolves around Covid-19 and the upcoming elections. I’m so sick of hearing the same things regurgitated over and over again. I’m fairly certain that the overflow of data and pseudo-data is what has doused my fire!
So far this morning, the only thing that has held my attention is food. When you are working on eating healthy and losing weight, getting excited about food is counterproductive. Yet, here I sit pouring over the computer, hunting for healthy recipes for tonight’s dinner. I think I’ll make Carolina pulled pork.
I’ll have to modify the recipe as it calls for brown sugar and sugar is a relative no, no. To keep it healthy, I’ll use a lean pork tenderloin rather than a fatty pork butt. I’m learning to use an Instant Pot, so I’ll slow cook the pork over many hours.
I’ve lost 6 pounds in 6 weeks. I guess that’s not bad although, when I was young, I could lose 10 pounds in the first week. I think you get the picture. Aging sucks. Nothing works the same! I need a roulette wheel with body parts listed instead of numbers. I could spin it every am to find out what’s not going to be working today.
Today, it’s my hands. I have bilateral trigger fingers that were getting better, but this am are flaring. I truly don’t know why. Yesterday, it was my back. Tomorrow? We’ll just have to see. Meanwhile, I’d love to have a second roulette wheel designed for Renee. Hers would be labeled with 10 yes slots for every no slot. She could spin it in the morning and . . . Well you get the picture.
Here’s your music for the day and a joke.
A mother is in the kitchen making dinner for her family when her daughter walks in. “Mother, where do babies come from?” The mother thinks for a few seconds and says, “Well dear, Mommy and Daddy fall in love and get married. One night they go into their bedroom, they kiss and hug, and have sex.” The daughter looks puzzled so the mother continues, “That means the daddy puts his penis in the mommy’s vagina. That’s how you get a baby, honey.” The child seems to comprehend. “Oh, I see, but the other night when I came into your room you had daddy’s penis in your mouth. What do you get when you do that?” “Jewelry, my dear. Jewelry.”
