I missed my last "Things I Did" posting because around the end of June and the beginning of July, my mood was nearly as low as it gets. Probably the less said the better since I'm with-it enough now to finally put this together.
PHOTOS: I'm still using my terrible 11-year-old Canon point-and-shoot. I have to take 7 or 8 pictures before I get one in focus. However, with summer in full swing, I had a lot of good subjects and a lot of good light.
(A ceramic cicada my parents brought me from Provence, years ago. You put lavender oil on it and it scents the whole room.)
(One of my roommate's beautiful pots in front of a tree with ivy growing on it, late afternoon light.)
(A rock rose, one of several plants my mom bought me for my birthday a few years ago that still bloom now and then.)
(Caladium shoots with cicada husks on them--enlarge the photo to see!)
(Crepe myrtles, one of the highlights of the Texas summer)
(a tiny weed I cannot identify that took nearly fifteen minutes--and half a dozen mosquito bites--for me to get in focus)
(another of my roommate's lovely potted arrangements, this one several varieties of hens-and-chicks)
(I was sitting down for a snack one day and looked at the foods assembled and jokingly thought to myself, "Still Life: A Study in Primary Colors." Fig Bars are a recent discovery of mine. They're a cross between a Nutri-Grain bar and a Fig Newton, but healthier and more delicious than either.)
(Japanese maple leaves start out red and progress to green. You can see the shadow of my hands and the camera.)
(This isn't a very good picture, but it's an interesting plant--it's called a shrimp plant for obvious reasons.)
(Ivy growing over a doormat. I like the painted look of the leaves.)
(Lichens on a tree trunk after rain. We had a week of wonderful cool, rainy days. If only we could have more of them; then Texas might be worth living in.)
(An apricot hibiscus, another of the flowers my mother bought me. The color has gotten richer and darker, I think.)
(I don't usually include pictures of the puppies here, but this photo was taken with artistic intent. I wanted to take a picture on the theme of "dog eat dog." I sat in the playpen while the puppies "fought" and took occasional pictures with the flash, not just to capture the fast action, but also to get that more lurid look. This is Joey and Max, biting at each other's faces.)
ARTWORK: Nothing new this month, but my mom did ask me where the drawings I made for her on Mother's Day were. She was afraid she had dropped them. I told her I had kept them because they were so bad, and she said something like, "Oh, no! I thought they were cute!"
ESSAYS: I feel like I'm getting a little better in this category, though it's still all so personal. This is a blog, so I guess that's no sin, but I'd like to provide "content" or at least be more entertaining. Okay.
thoughts about my dad and our evolving relationship, from Father's Day
childish in tone, but short, and worth a glance for the pictures
a weird idea I had while I was feeling cynical about dating
HEALTH GOALS: This used to be called "Exercise Goals," but I'm branching out a bit. For example, in the hope of dragging myself out of the depths of despair, I started taking a B-12 supplement (500mcg cyanocobalamin) since I've given up dairy and haven't been able to get my only other source of B-12, eggs, since the refrigerator broke. I was going to say that the B-12 hadn't helped at all, but then again, after about a month of taking it once daily, I'm writing this right now instead of sitting curled up in a corner, scratching my face. (I more recently started taking a twice-daily multi-vitamin.)
My goal for June was to work through my dance exercises book. I only did that for a couple of weeks because I usually exercise right before my shower, but after taking care of the puppies in 100-degree heat, the last thing I wanted to do before a shower was lie down on the floor and do fussy little stretches. I found that they didn't do much for me and that a few were even painful. Maybe I'll try again in the fall--or not.
A previous goal (from May?) was to start using fitday.com again. I finally did plug in several of the meals I eat regularly and discovered that I get LOTS of vitamins and nutrients, except for B-12 and calcium, and my iron intake was right on the cusp. And contrary to what every idiot thinks, I'm getting plenty of protein in my vegetarian diet. The problem is, most of my protein sources--nuts, seeds, eggs, avocados--come with lots of fat. Most of these fats are "good" fats, but still, I discovered that calories from fat account for 50% of my caloric intake (20-30% is considered ideal). My solution will be to eat more lentils, peas and beans, which have almost no fat, but plenty of fiber, protein and iron. I think I'll aim for half a can per day, which is about all my digestive tract can handle!
Oh! Big thing! I finally got a slightly bigger jog bra from my overseas catalog company so that I won't have to starve myself before I can start running again! I've already run short distances with the puppies a few times and they love it! It's horrifically hot, though, so I'll have to start getting up before seven. Running is good for several things: 1) hopefully it will improve my physical endurance so that (in the long run, at least) I will feel less run-down during the day 2) I've read that it helps with digestive health, which is a problem for me 3) I've read that it helps with mental health (and if it improves digestion and energy, that alone would surely lift my mood) 4) I'd like to finally get a slimmer waist, and yes, smaller boobs. I found this
WebMD article that mentions what I've long suspected: that excessively large breasts can cause numbness in the fingers and hands, not just from the weight on bra straps cutting off circulation and nerves, but from deformation of the spine as well!! If I can lessen the numbness, maybe I'll be able to play guitar and viola again! But let's just focus on the more socially acceptable topic of my waist and say that I'd like it to vary from 26 to 27 inches throughout the day/month, instead of 29 to 30 inches as it does now. Then maybe off-the-rack clothes will fit better, and I'll feel more confident investing in a decent wardrobe. I'm going to be 30 in
THREE MONTHS, so if I could slim down by then, I could buy myself some nice new things for my birthday.
So my new goals are to run, run, run and to eat more beans!!
BOOK REVIEW: In June I read
States of Confusion, which I bought
after seeing this hilarious book trailer. The star of the video, Paul Jury, kept a blog about the road trip he took the summer after the summer after college, which he then developed into this book. This was back in 2003 when we already thought we were in a recession, even though the shit hadn't truly hit the fan yet. Paul had been a film major at Northwestern, and he got fired from his Hollywood editing internship after refusing to be even more of an unpaid slave than he already was.
So like a lot of lost people in his generation, Paul set himself a big, marginally pointless goal in the hope of at least learning a few life lessons: to drive through all 48 states in 48 days, avoiding major highways, never going back, and trying to have some kind of an adventure in each state. I almost didn't get past the first few chapters since several of his early "adventures" involve things like: finding a place to charge his cellphone, arriving at tourist attractions just after they have closed, or being woken up by the cops for sleeping in public. But the pace picks up about a third of the way through, and I'm glad I stuck with it because he does eventually get into some interesting situations with some interesting characters.
Poor Paul, a self-described "pusher" (basically a Type-A person) tries to force a life lesson out of every random occurrence, but eventually he lets go a bit, and the lessons start pouring in. One lesson that took me seven years to learn,
he learned in one night, by breaking into a corn maze in Kansas after dark, and inevitably getting lost in it: when you're stubborn enough to chose your own path, there's no one but yourself to blame when you can't find your way. Other good lessons come from old high school and college friends he meets up with, seemingly in every other state, and the best lesson of all comes near the end, from a surfer he meets in California (that one actually made me cry a little, so I won't tell you what it is.)
Overall, the tone of the book is light and jokey and self-effacing; Paul knows that what he is doing is a bit self-indulgent, and understands that previous generations simply took whatever they could get from life and made do. This isn't a "great journey" book--it's no "The Places in Between" by Rory Stewart, no "Tracks" by Robyn Davidson. But there
is something epic in these minutiae--the book reminds you that little things can nudge you this way and that, or at least hint at the big things that have been shaping your life from the beginning.
Four out of five stars.
100 RECIPES GOAL: The fridge died in June, and while a new one is on order, my roommate and I are sharing a mini-fridge. Between that and my other issues, I only managed three recipes in two months. All of them were good, though!