August 12, 2019-
I rose and shined, this morning, to crickets from the Sub Service (it’s only the second week of school) and a notion that it was time to simplify further. After a laid back morning, I took more magazines and unsolicited 2020 calendars to the Veteran’s Hospital, got rid of some red t-shirts and parted with an old swivel office chair, two mismatched crutches-and my microwave oven.
It’s time for this supporter of Slow Food Prescott to put my money where my mouth is. Having heard every other naturopathic doc on the planet talk about the disruptive effects of this common feature of convenience and having used it less and less, I made the change. The toaster oven, slow cooker and regular oven will work nicely. I also have a solar oven, in the back, so there we are.
There may be other changes in the wind, but I can’t say for certain, as yet. I just know they are at the door, when I feel their presence. It’s supposed to be hotter than “double hockey stick”, from So Cal to Georgia, over the next two weeks. We may get some rain, towards the end of August. Until then: Sun up, sun down.