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Wednesday
22 Sept. 99

 

11 52 am edt
I am really obsessed with food.   Back in my days when I cared a little less about shocking people, I used to describe a meal as orgasmic when it was.   One thing that struck me about talking to David after so long is that he asked me on the phone what I had for lunch, and then he amusedly told me that he could tell that I had really like what I ate by how I described it (it was a grilled veggie thing with the most wonderful sweet corn).   He laughed because nothing had changed -- I still had a major love affair with yummy food.   Being vegan would seem to limit what I can eat, but I have found that it has made me much more adventurous in the realm of eating (vegetarian) food, and I have made many delectable discoveries as a result.

When I was younger, I thought eating was a waste of time, so it was never done without a book in hand, or some such distraction.   I always said that if I could get all of my nutrition from one little pill I would grab at the opportunity.   But somehow that all changed, and I started a love affair with that which sustains me.   I became obsessed with cooking.   I stopped getting sick (I believe if you have enough garlic and oranges you will never become ill).   Now, I try to gain weight, but one can't really do that as a vegan (unless I only ate bbq chips).   It's not like one can get a lot of sympathy for being too skinny, but I have actually put on about five pounds in the past five years, so people have stopped asking me if I'm anorexic.   I always used to reply, "Want to buy me dinner and find out?"   Hey, I'm a sucker for a free meal.   Living with my grandfather does have a drawback in the cooking department, since he won't eat my vegetarian nonsense, and the kitchen has nada in it, as a result of the fact that he does no cooking beyond reheating in the microwave (and may I add that nothing smells worse than reheated fried calamari).   There is no salt, no blender, no serrated knife, a single sharp knife (small, not usable for chopping).   In addition, the oven has never been used, so I am concerned that I am going to gas myself when I try to use it.   Oh well, one only lives once.   I'm going to go make some roasted peppers and some rosemary roasted potatoes.   Mmmmmm, my mouth is already watering.

2 23 pm edt
I decided to be investigating woman today, so armed with a handful of telephone numbers gathered from the internet, I began calling.   I called three New York cemeteries and asked about plots that I knew were in the family.   At each, I asked who else was buried in the plots, and two of the three were able to help me.   I was able to get my greatgrandparent's death dates (the parents of the grandfather I am staying with [since he doesn't remember]).   Now, hopefully, I will be able to get death certificates for them.   I had previously called Forrest Hills nursing home, to try to get information about my greatgrandmother.   I was looking for her death date, but since I got that from the cemetery, I'm not sure what other information they could give me.   Perhaps they have a birthdate for her...

9 41 pm edt
I really give Matthew a run for his money.   Last night I asked him if he ever has the urge to go out and have some promiscuous sex -- you know, the just because you can type.   He said no, because that wouldn't be nice to me.   I didn't mean during our relationship, I meant ever!   There must be these miscommunications all the time, where he thinks that I am just trying to torture him.   I'm really not.   He told me that sometimes he feels as though I want to spend my life with him, and sometimes he thinks I am trying to prepare him for our breakup.   I'm just trying to tell him how I feel every day.   If I tell him what I am thinking and what I have done, I almost feel as though he was there.   If he hears the details of my day, in some way he is experiencing them.

You know that feeling in your belly when you have had too much water?   I have that now.   Sometimes, when I consume too much water, I can hear it sloshing around inside me.   Why is it that drinking a lot at once makes one feel sick, but is so good for you in the long run.   And speaking of good for you, what sort of evolutionary purpose do allergies serve?   I can see no benefit to having an allergy, and am grateful I have relatively few...

 

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