I talked to Jennifer, my Naturopath today. We talk about everything, not just my eczemic ears. After I confessed that my "no coffee" streak is over, and that I like my "Kathinated" self SO MUCH BETTER, we got into the issue of my stuckness about my project and how I can't seem to push "Send." … Continue reading The Divine Contract
Today I walked into Wegmans and the first thing I smelled was the coffee. It was a cold, raw day. I was tired. On the drive over I thought about stopping at The Soulful Cup for a latte. In my mind I saw myself standing at the counter, ordering a latte, not to go, but … Continue reading Who Would Know?
My tooth of doom. Number 15. Upper left, all the way in the back. My periodontist has been "worried" about this tooth for years. Every time I go he says, “I’m worried about this tooth.” Every time he says that I think to myself: “I’m gonna die with this goddamn tooth, Buster.” He’s cute, but … Continue reading Tooth of Doom
So it is 3 weeks today of this austerity diet and I am getting tired. Literally tired. I want one cup of coffee. That's all. One cup of coffee in the morning. But then last night, I also wanted one glass of wine. One glass of wine. In the evening. Is that so bad? But … Continue reading Getting Tired of This Detox Life
This is my 51st post in a row. I started posting daily on Ash Wednesday (February 18th) and I'm still going, even though my stated commitment for this streak was only until Easter, which was 5 days ago. What can I say? I love streaking. Once I get a little streak going, it kills me … Continue reading I’m A Good Detoxer (thanks to Streaking)
I love coffee so much. I have an Verismo espresso machine, a milk frother to make lattes, , a pour-over thing if I want a one cup of perfectly brewed coffee, and a hot water kettle with a goose-neck spout for directing the hot water precisely over the grounds. I also have a french press … Continue reading No Coffee, No Prana
I missed yesterday's posting of the photo of the day, the theme of which was "Drink." It was an early morning. We had to be up in Ithaca for G's surgery by 9 AM. I got up and had coffee. She got up and swallowed one pill with half a dixie cup of water. The … Continue reading Drinks and 6 o’clock