Wednesday, February 3, 2021

I hate food

Did that title get your attention? Well there you go. I don't really hate it, I am just not fixated on it, and I eat it anyway. Grudgingly. I must consume mass quantities to sustain myself. Otherwise, I would avoid it. I eat bread with a bit of meat, drink water and when I want to celebrate, I have some saltines. Livin' the dream over here, or perhaps, preparing for the our glorious socialist utopian future. All hail our brilliant goose stepping overlords!

I have been busy this week so this post has not gotten written, in fact, it may take me quite a while to get it completed. I have wanted to write it since Monday. So it goes.


That is a picture of my bowl drying room. There are over 1,000 bowls in there, rough turned, some drying for over a decade, and now it is time for me to sell them as is. So I posted that picture on FB marketplace and just since Monday it has been viewed over 8,000 times. That's a ridiculous number of views, and so far, hundreds of people have inquired about availability and so on. Now I am keeping the masked zombies moving through my house and counting my money after they leave. That has kept me busy and unable to write the actual story I wanted to write, which is that I just passed 500 days of running. Who knew that is you start running and you don't stop, eventually you will have run for 500 days? I am good with that. Some of the health issues I wanted to resolve have improved greatly, so that is encouraging. 

I have also found that I enjoy running. I am not good at it, I am not fast nor fleet of foot nor graceful, but damnit, I like it. So I continue. I am thankful I was able to lay out a track in my back yard so I can run without having to go anywhere, and since I run at night I can run without being seen. No one wants to see me run, it's not a good thing to see. And, of course in this time of solitary confinement I am able to watch tv shows about running, which is even easier than running. I watched a show about this race the other day and say what you will about country livin', at least I am not running around in circles in Queens for 40 days and 40 nights - thank goodness!


I was just in La Grange and now my beard is long enough for me to join the band.

How how how how...

17 comments:

Mumpsimus said...

A search for "bowl drying room" on Google and DuckDuckGo yields "no results." You may be the only living human who has one.

Sixty Grit said...

I actually first encountered that concept watching a video on how bowls are made at The Vermont Bowl Mill - they have a large room with a controlled climate where they dry their bowls. So, being the crafty sort, I just scaled down the concept and it worked really well for me.

When I used to sell at market I would mention that I had many hundreds of bowls in my bowl drying room and other turners would look at me as if to say "What?" and I would say "You have one, of course?" That's just how I roll...

ndspinelli said...

I never expect a Scot to love food and for them to be consistently cantankerous. Sixty is our Don Imus.

Sixty Grit said...

Aye, laddie! Have ya seen what passes for food up there? More haggis fer ye?

I was fortunate to be married to a woman who had been raised among Italians in The Bronx, and she knew how to cook great Italian food. But that was long ago and far away, now get off my lawn!

chickelit said...

I saw that band open for Alice Cooper back in '73. Being 13, I was there for Cooper. But 48 years later, the opening band had the stamina.

I also went right out and bought "Tres Hombres." Being from Wisconsin and all, I was at first repulsed by the Mexican Food Porn inside the album. But now it's pretty tempting.

Dad Bones said...

Some of the health issues I wanted to resolve have improved greatly, so that is encouraging.

I don't doubt that running is very effective and I applaud your five hundred days. My flings with running usually end when the temp drops below 32 if not before then. Not wanting to give up I get out my mini trampoline and bounce on that while looking out the window. It's a chickenshit way to go but it helps.

Amartel said...

Yeah, 500 days and the fact that you're enjoying it is a great sign. On to 1000!
I'm not a big foodie, either. I know what I like and only stray outside those boundaries if I know for certain it's going to be good. Plenty of other options for adventure.

Sixty Grit said...

Very cool, CL, I saw ZZ Top open for Leon Russell at Cole Field house around that same time and while I was there for Leon, yep, ZZ is still rolling along. I might have partaken of some of that food pictured in that album then, but now even one bite would cause me to go into shock and perhaps require hospitalization. So some of my "I hate food" schtick is that it actually hates me. I can only eat a couple of things, and I am happy to have the variety I can consume, but I mask that be being an anti-foodie. Avoiding shock is my goal every day.

I was running in 19 degree weather the other day, and I ran during our snow storm - that was brutal - we got an inch of wet snow that didn't melt for a couple of days. The horror! But it has since warmed up and the dog and I like that better.

Hmm, hadn't even thought about another 500 - I guess I haven't set any goals so much as take it one day at a time. If I have learned anything, and it's not clear that I have, it is to not make plans. As the old saying goes "Mann plant Gott lacht", and that is pretty much my approach to life. Too many curve balls get thrown my way for me to try and adhere to a plan. So there you go - what can I do today that works for me and maybe allows me to make it to another day. Simple. Tis a gift.

Trooper York said...

Disgrazia.

chickelit said...

Sixty wrote: "Mann plant Gott lacht",

God laughs at Manfred AND Robert.

Sixty Grit said...

I agree.

This is better than the original version.

Face plant.


chickelit said...

"God laughs at Thomas AND Robert" for the litirarities here.

chickelit said...

As for Zeppelin, I made a good effort to see them in Chicago in '77 but it just wasn't enough. Such was their draw even then.

chickelit said...

The German verb "lachen" is coupled to their verb to smile: "lächeln .

Lachen, Lächeln: The ldiminutive ending and the vowel-crushing umlauts on the same root say "little laugh" to me which is what a smile is after all.

chickelit said...

The Latins may have started that: risu vs. risus
or perhaps the Greeks: γέλιο vs. χαμόγελο

Maybe Mumps can mediate?

MamaM said...

Nope, it wasn't the title that snagged my immediate attention, SixtyG. It was the photo that yielded the "Oh My! What is this?" moment.

My first visual connect/impression was of the skull collections in the underground cathedral and catacombs in France. Finding out it was your bowl drying room only increased my sense of awe, paralleling the initial perception of death awaiting resurrection, with the forms on the shelves awaiting their "turn" to take on a new form and enter life elsewhere!

What a collection! And what a momentous and monumental undertaking to prepare them all and now attend to the task of disbursement. May the strength and determination that's helped you pass the 500 days of running milestone, help you see this through as well!

Sixty Grit said...

Thanks, as always, for the kind words MamaM. It has been a tough week, physically, and it took me a while to figure out why my legs weren't up to running very far - standing up for hours on end while waiting on customers took its toll. Once I understood that I was cool.

In fact, I just got back from a run (jog, who am I kidding?) and it was raining out there? What the hey? How did that happen? I guess the clouds snuck in under cover of darkness and next thing you know I am out there running around in circles in the cold rain.

As for the bowl room, I am happy to say that folks have been showing up and they have been buying. I better save some of the stories for a later post - they are happy, funny stories! Yay!