shoulds and scallops* July 19, 2009
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Very little to report. Well, little concrete. I uncovered a cesspit of overlooked negativity and compulsive mental activity yesterday, which I’m trying to digest very slowly today. We do war with the reality of who we are, don’t we? Always trying to stay a step ahead of turning and facing the niggles that we brush away and logic out of existence. But they don’t go away, they tug and they pull and they tire you out until finally you end up in a shitty, do-nuthin mood which forces you to realise there’s something wrong. Or maybe I’m just thinking about the last couple of days and writing it as if it’s a grand insight.
It wasn’t that bad. But I have been pushing myself in the mental energy department and it’s showing on my body, as it usually does. A weird sinus infection (sharp pain, sore eyelid, odd thing), a collection of horrible teenage spots on my chin and another irritation not for polite conversation. It’s making me feel a bit sorry for myself. I do little when I feel sorry for myself. As I mentioned earlier this week, when the ’shoulds’ pile up, I just don’t want to do anything. I picture myself throwing my arms up and collapsing until seated on the ground. When I play back that image I see myself fall to a meditation position. Not a bad idea. Shame it’s so hard to make myself do it. Another should.
Anyway, I’m whingy. No one needs whingy on a Sunday night.
I made a really interesting dinner tonight, I breaded and fried up some marinated soy scallops (sounds weird but they were good, from the Polish section of Tesco no less), creamy-cheese style pasta salad with steamed asparagus (and Kalamata olives for me, I just love that word, Kalamata), and a broccoli, carrot, onion and peanut slaw-like salad (my own silken tofu mayo), and chips, because I was feeling whingey. The scallops and broccoli salad were served in a wholemeal pita. I wasn’t sure when I was putting it all together if it would work, but it did with bells on. I’m still stuffed three hours later.
Oops, got caught up in conversation and now it’s bed time 
*total typo, should read escallopes…the comments explain further.
The mind can wreak weird havoc on the body, can’t it? Work, work, work: oh look! A pimple! Worry, worry, worry: uh oh, bleeding from the ears! We all do it. We all know it’s bad.
A wonderful dinner is a great antidote to so many things.
Wow – “bleeding from the ears”, Gord… At least it relieves the pressure that’s built up in yer head!
“No one needs whingy on a Sunday night”… Seems like Sunday nights are made for ‘whingy’, Lou. I mean, what would be a Sunday night if there wasn’t some ‘whingy’, hanging around! lol. My son loves to do whingy – starting around 8pm on Sunday evenings, till ‘I’m’ bleeding from the ears!!!
Oh, Kate, that says it so well that I’m laughing, not whinging one weensy bit! Thanks! But today is so mild and bright I don’t think I could have a ‘down’ thought if I tried. As to Kalamata, I love that word too, but even better do I love those olives. My favorite salad, a salade nicoise uses them and I think I could happily live on it. I must have lived in Greece in a previous life, ya think?
As to words, when I was a child I used to ‘adopt’ words that I liked the sound of and for a looong time I went around whispering to myself Hohenzollern, just because I loved the sound of it. Maybe I’m more than just the usual little bit goofier than the rest of us?
well if you are, Mary Lee, you’re only as goofy as me – it’s up to you how bad a diagnosis that is!! x
Come take my hand, Lou, and we’ll walk around babbling together! I’d love it.
oh lets shall! (in my best Enid Blyton voice, no one does sincere and earnest like Enid Bylton).
Wouldn’t we be funny? Lol, I guess we do all hold hands and babble on the internet as it is
Well, Dang… If I’m pushin’ Mary Lee’s wheelchair through the sand while she’s screaming – you’re darn tootin’ I’m gonna be ‘babblin’ something!
and looking for a hand to hold!
Soy scallops, eh? I’m close… going to cook sea scallops for dinner tonight. **grin**
actually Jim, tiredness had the better of me when I was typing that up, scallops is the wrong word, I meant to write escalope
Escalope? Is than anything like antelope?
(Just kidding. I know what it is.)