lunch

Lunch for me used to mean a frozen dinner, a yoghurt, and an apple. Day after day, in the middle of my work drudgery, a salty, flavourless entry with a predictable dairy serving and a fruit serving.

Until I found this website: Vegan Lunch Box.

Wow. Take a moment to look at this site. A dedicated and creative mother makes interesting and vegan meals for her son to take to school. Every day.

Bless my mom, but my school-day lunches comprised of a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, a cookie, and an apple. And when I was old enough to make my own lunches, I packed the exact same things: a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, a cookie, and an apple. Nothing memorable or inspiring, unlike the Vegan Lunch Box mom's lunches.

So I became inspired, after reading about what Schmoo gets to eat. "I can do that," I said, realizing (yet again) that I'm an adult and now responsible for my own destiny. "Easy peasy."

It took some work, but now I have wonderful, fun lunches to look forward to. At 1:30pm on weekdays I now anticipate the middle meal of the day. Look at what I had today:

• Egg salad sandwich (eggs, Nayonnaise, celery, green onion, with paprika) on multigrain bread, with lettuce and broccoli sprouts;
  
• Fresh baby carrots, broccoli, and two plum tomatoes;
  
• Yoghurt with three big organic fresh strawberries, with a tablespoon of walnuts;
  
• A plum;
  
• 3 mini gingersnaps; and,
  
• An apple.
  

*burp*

I am completely spoiling myself!

Ancient Greece

Reading up on the writers from Ancient Greece, I stumbled upon the remaining poems of Sappho.

There is one in particular that I love (ellipses and all) - I daren't post it, as it has frightening copyright restrictions. But here is a link to the entire thing.

I say nothing, my tongue broken,
a delicate fire runs under my skin

I love reading ancient poems, knowing that the basics of being human have been around for a very long time. The poem expresses what I myself have felt, in a simple, beautiful manner that I will never be able to emulate.

I don't quite understand the part about grass, though.

Grass closeup
Originally uploaded by edavid3001.

old fears

As a typical child of the seventies, I feared I would die in a nuclear holocaust. Recently, with talk of Iran having nuclear capabilities, those same old nightmares have resurfaced.

And look at today's headline: "Bush likens 'war on terror' to WWIII". Is this another Bush blunder? Or is this the beginning of the end?

What do you do if you see the flash? Duck and cover, of course!

des fleurs

It's Tulip Time!

Easter Sunday

Instead of pure sugar, this year's Easter Chocolate hunt included toys. Such as this (cheap) finger trap. Once again, the kids ran around in hysterics, fighting over prizes, but sharing them in the end. What good, co-operative children!

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The trick to day to day life is to find one little thing and make it interesting. Wade through the mundane rituals and pluck something, pretending it's a gem. Then post about it on a blog.



I haven't been doing that, and I need to start again.