I sit here out on our rooftop patio on a stool at my makeshift, bar-height table, eating a vegan, gluten-free naturopath's dream of a late, salad lunch, watching the clouds form, play and die in the distance. A light breeze. Comfortable temperature, right in between Summer's warmth and Fall's fresh. Nom. Sigh. Fuck...don't exhale with a mouthful of masticated salad, especially when there are fresh, organic jalapenos chopped up in it. You might cough one into a nasal passage like I just did.
My point? Oh...a break from eating, I fiddle with the coins in my pocket, pull them out. Penny. yay. Dime. weee. Shiny penny. Copper. Love copper. Love the shiny. 2018 D. Why do we still mint these things?
"In God We Trust".
"We"? Bullshit. I have never believed in any kind of over-arching deity. I have lived my 49+ years (counting gestation) putting up with the stress that my country's currency brings me every time I look at it. That statement does not represent me in any way, shape or form. Never has. It certainly didn't my parents, either. My beloved grandpa thought we were put here by aliens. Putting that statement on things might have had more weight when the initial decision was made, by all white males, and like so so many of our laws it needs to be updated with current considerations and effects in mind.
I am not looking past it today. Not today. Today I am ticked off by this. Why so deeply under my skin now? I actually went inside to grab my laptop to type this out. Writing is therapy and I need to do it more often. I think many of us do.
SQUIRREL! Oh, nope. Just a really great, rainy, dark squall in the distance. Awesomesauce. They told me we could get lightning today. I'll believe it when it hits me...this is Seattle. <3 Cliff Mass though.
"There is No God But God". Who said that...? Reza Aslan I think? Dunno why that popped in there but I think it might be a book I intended to read and forgot about.
Why the fuck do utensils have to slide sideways into whatever it is you are eating, just to mess itself up for you? This is partly why I eat (only at home, mind you) with a shirt I call my 'napkin'...so I can use it as such. I use a salad spoon. More on that in another post...maybe.
Yes, yet again I am allowing my ADD to talk me out of being pissed off at yet another part of our current state of affairs in this country. Again. Some people obviously harbor the ability to brush off these issues in favor of their bubble but I can not. Doomed to care, like so many others, how things affect people and other living things.
Currency, as with our executive, judicial and legislative, should be as neutral as possible. As with any form or facet of government - trying to do the most good for the most living things. Every time. And there is certainly no excuse for not doing our diligence today - we are too damned smart to be this stupid.
Fucking spoon. Fucking yellow jacket. They're always monumentally pissed off at the world this time of year (in Seattle) too, not that I blame them. They redefine 'hangry', and I actually do empathize with them at times. Hmm...I don't think they suffer 'hypoglycemia', do they? Will have to look that up. With colder weather returning it has to beyond suck to have your metabolism shutting down. They have to suffer the ultimate hunger pang as they die from it. Now I'm thinking of small children with distended bellies the world over dying of the same thing. And polar bears. Fuck this yellow jacket though...if it gets too close I'll put it out of both our miseries.
Like my tablecloth? Rain. By the way, organic as possible salad ingredients if you are curious, all chopped finely enough to eat with a tablespoon:
Romaine
Jalapeno
Red onion
Spinach
Honeycrisp apple
Dried blueberries
Dried cherries
Diced super firm tofu
Crushed pecans
Cherry tomatoes
Turmeric
Paprika
Cayenne
Red pepper flakes
Olive oil
Sesame oil
I'll have to come back to this to finish my thoughts on this god-on-currency shit though.
