Life, the Universe, and Chicken Wings
Chicken isn’t the best food for my itinerate hunter-gatherer blood type, according to the old classic, Eat Right for Your Blood Type.
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“Eat fish from the deep sea, such as snow fish, pomfret, Indian halibut, etc. Recommended meats are goat, lamb, turkey, deer, and rabbit. Avoid pork, chicken, shrimp, crab, shellfish, and cockle. Eat moderate amount of dairy products (milk and cheese) and eggs.”
I must have read that book, what…25 years ago? It was a lot to take in, and it wasn’t totally easy to live by, as you might imagine. McDonald’s foray into the rabbit-burger market was shorter lived than the McRib (although the McRib may or may not be goat meat…who knows?), and who wants to avoid cockle? DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
While I’m not on a diet, per se, I have been using some medication that has severely impacted my appetite, with the result being that I have lost a little weight. Lately, the only food that sounds good to me is salty chicken (on the no-no list!). Fried chicken, chicken sandwiches, I’d even go for chicken wings if they were prepared correctly.
The cravings come and go. This week it’s chicken, next week? Maybe it’ll be baked goods again. I also get a little sick from time to time if I overeat, if I forget to eat, or just because, with no real reason. In that way, it’s very much like being pregnant.
Come to think of it, my joints hurt, my hips, my back…lord help me, maybe I AM pregnant! 
No way. Not possible. Not in this universe.
Regardless, I thought I’d do a little check-in and let the readers of PlanetTash know about how life has been going lately.
My rabid job search has very much worn me out. It’s difficult to completely STOP looking for a job, because I very much want one, but I am trying to take a break from it.
Sometimes, I convince myself to stop job searching by working on something else. This week it was supposed to be the living room. I did some paint color testing last week, and Tim has done wall-patching and sanding. Now I only need to go over the walls with my sander one last time, and I can start painting. I have the paint and all my supplies.
But I’m tired. It’s probably not going to get done today. I’m going to end up doing some self-care here in a bit, aka take a nap.
I keep telling myself that it’s good–a privilege, really–to be in charge of my own schedule in this way. I can paint whenever. Job search whenever. Record the audiobook to Miss Fitz 2 whenever. Work on any of my novels-in-progress whenever.
Honestly, it’s not good. A privilege, yes. But it’s not good for me. I feel like I am letting myself down lately, and really, the only thing that pulls me out of it is the accountability piece. I need an accountability partner.
It’s probably been twenty years since I last sent out a call into the wilderness–let’s check in on each other, report to one another, hold each other accountable in a gentle, friendly way to boost our common morale and get things done.
Are you interested? Reach out to me. Leave a comment or send a note to LesleaTash at gmail.
In the meantime, I want to recommend a hilarious book to you! It’s absolutely fabulous, a romp, highlighting not only a kind middle-aged woman, but several septuagenarians, a teen dad, and a ballsy broad who may or may not be running from a life of crime. I found it inspirational on many levels, as well as consistently laugh aloud funny and touching. Really, probably the best book I’ve read in a long time.
How to Age Disgracefully: A Novel by Claire Pooley
I listened to the audiobook version, which was excellently narrated.
That’s it from Leslea for now.
Maybe ping Tim and ask him about his novel-in-progress sometime, huh?
