I cooked leftover cochinita with konjac noodles and topped it with pickled onions and it worked nicely. Drank the last of my guava kombucha.
We went for a long walk through Japantown this week, ogled things, ate edible treats in the plaza and walked home.
My jungle is really getting out of hand and beautiful. I strategically placed cacti to keep the cat off. I'm most excited about my bird of paradise, my philodendron giganteum, my philodendron billietiae (the cutest!!!) and my mini monstera, which is larger than my actual monstera. I grow everything from babies to save money, and it's more fun that way. The dragonfruit my dad gave me a few years ago is getting crazy tall. Apparently they can grow up to 20 feet. It's already halfway to my tall ceiling. I hope all these plants improve privacy because a drone was peeping directly into my window recently. I was very angry about it.
Lately I've become a klutz. I keep injuring myself. Nearly twice a day I manage to bruise or sprain something. Maybe I'm not being mindful enough. Maybe I need to dance again. Maybe it's grief. But I'm sore everywhere, and I'm all out of CBD honey sticks which were my favorite thing while I had them. I added them to my coffee, and since I don't normally add sweetener to my coffee, it was extra delightful. I also find honey sticks more practical, less wasteful, and less messy than traditional packaging methods, and I like things to be individually sealed for freshness. But they're overpriced, and I have none left, so I'm just using arnica balm now since I'm too lazy to hunt down more CBD. ...Because everything hurts.
But I learned about a priestess/princess from 2,500 years ago who had a Deer Goddess tattoo, and she had chronic pain in the same breast as me and took cannabis for it too. It made me feel connected to this ancient woman, and reminded me of the time I cried on a hilltop and deer carouseled around me for several minutes while I froze in awe. L thinks I'm a deer. Anyway I feel differently about my chronic pain now that I know it's an ancient priestess thing. It's been rebranded in my mind into something powerful. I feel better about it.
Three baby birds are still in the nest on the adjacent rooftop. They are at eye level due to my window's lucky positioning, so I check on them now and then, watching their little necks stretch out when mom and dad are nearby. They got a late start this year because of the crazy rain. I've watched generations of that bird family grow in the same spot every year. I worried they wouldn't make it this year, but they did.
friday - 2023-07-21