If you allow the economy to determine your choice, you will never be in charge of your own economy.
Today the weather took a turn. On this beautiful sunny Wednesday, I buried my kitchen scraps. It pleases me tremendously whenever I do this. I am also surprised every time when I do not come across previous digs. Mother nature works fast.
After composting the kitchen scraps, I roamed about the back yard tidying up fallen leaves. I also went about trimming off dead leaves and twigs. How wonderful it is to be able to be outside doing some garden work, enjoying the sunshine and not too chilly breeze.
D had to go get bread this morning. So, I asked him to drop by the grocery store to take advantage of a one-plus-one-free promotion. I currently have 1.5 kilogram worth of chicken fillet which I have cleaned, separated into individual containers, and stored in the freezer. Chicken breast meat is a freezer staple in this household.
Read an essay entitled Slow Thought: a manifesto. The following excerpt did a good job in summing up the essence of this movement:
The only thing for certain is that everything changes. The rate of change increases. If you want to hang on, you better speed up. That is the message of today. It could however be useful to remind everyone that our basic needs never change. The need to be seen and appreciated! It is the need to belong. The need for nearness and care, and for a little love! This is given only through slowness in human relations. In order to master changes, we have to recover slowness, reflection and togetherness. There we will find real renewal.
D and I went to visit a local garden store this afternoon. It is their open-door day to celebrate the completion of a new store section. We got a free pot of white chrysanthemums. Nice… another one to my ever growing collection. We ate some cake, drank some juice, bought something and was out of there in a bit. It is a good way to lure in customers. There shall be more people tomorrow. Friday afternoons are mainly for retired people.
Last December, I made a dish requiring one avocado. Not wanting to toss the beautiful seed away, I ended up with a popular classroom experiment of sprouting the avocado seed in a jar of water. Making this one of my many on-going experiments.
It took about two months before I see any sign of life, a.k.a. roots. Another two weeks for a bit of green to show up. This morning, I transferred the spouted seed to a bigger container filled with potting soil. The experiment has now moved on to the next level. I do hope that baby avocado will grow. Fingers crossed!
I did not switch on my desktop during the weekend. That is two days of not checking my emails. Forty eight hours of not reading any social media news, tweets and feeds.
Instead, I spent my time reading an interesting history book in Dutch. It contains words which made me reached for my dictionary several times. When I got tired, I took a nap on the sofa. A weekend of not clicking away mindlessly in front of my computer – I did not miss a thing!
After about two months of not reading in bed, I have returned to this bad habit. Lo and behold, I am sleeping like a baby again!
Am I damaging my eyes reading e-books in the dark? Worsening eyesight versus damn good night sleep. Hmmm, tough choices. I guess I will just have to keep things in moderation.
Last night, the temperature dropped to its lowest this winter. The ground has been frozen for more than a week now and it has not rained. The frozen dry ground around the shed has stopped me from burying my accumulated kitchen scraps.
On another note, I have started reading De Opstand van de Natuur by Philipp Blom. Heck, I never thought that the history of a small ice age in Europe circa 1570 – 1700 would be this captivating. Frozen grounds, bitter winters, what are the odds?!
Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity. The greatest problem with communication is we don’t listen to understand. We listen to reply. When we listen with curiosity, we don’t listen with the intent to reply. We listen for what’s behind the words.
~Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart