Somewhere I must have a picture of food but right now I cannot find it.
It is strange when you go to a restaurant and you are given food and you do not know what to do with it. Like at the green lettuce you get a big bunch of lettuce but first you get an ordinary dish of vegetables which I guess you wrap in the lettuce.
Rick was in England where he ordered a boxed lunch and food came on top of a box and inside hidden down deep where tiny flat pancakes to role it in, which he did not discover until later.
Now I must get my mind on serious things. What to do today. Today I have two letters I must write, I have 10 books to read, I have to sort through others and give then away, I have to buy a grad. present for Desirae for to-morrow night.
I have to find out who wrote the right time down for Morgan's ballet recital. I wrote 2:30 and dad crossed it out and put 3:30. It is on Saturday too.
I figure if we go early at least we won't miss it. Dad thinks I am trying to trick him to get him there on time. Ya right.
Last night I was going to go and check out a book to find a quote that Rick had read in a book I had given him and now he cannot find, We went to the library where I spent half the time in the washroom and did not find it, Tired I came home and phoned, phoned imagine that, actually talking to people and he had found what he need for his important essay. Maybe if I ever said something, quotable, he could quote me on religion, but like he says I am not published.
I am in one of those strange states where I am feeling tempted to eat real tasting food made from wheat. A loaf of french bread or a scone or even an ice cream cone
just seem to be tempting ,so tempting, me,
Last night I had a very weird dream that I needed to protect myself and I was piling up food at the door. I made a glorious mess and woke up when it seemed like the door was opening. Have you ever tried piling up Lemon pie? That is the one I really remember.
I will explain to the doctor today how I feel if I eat something i should not eat that contains some nasty little gluten. I get extremely bloated, I feel nauseated and sick, I feel exhausted, and then finally I start running to the bathroom. That is very therapeutic for me to write because i will know that I must not give in to temptation! Not even a crumb.
So the final word is that it is difficult to change myself or others or especially this cruel world. Just this morning Nelson Mandala's grand daughter was killed in a car accident A tragic loss!
