One day last week we got something between five and nine inches of rain, and this morning I woke to thunder (in addition to Jelly Roll torturing me by meowing in my face and pawing at my nose because he was HUNGRY, SO HUNGRY). More flash flood warnings, and the weather people are reporting we’ve gotten 2-6 more inches since one a.m.
I’m going to pretend I’m not worried about it.
In other news, I’ve been trying to make a few Life Changes, since May or so, with varied success.
1. Jut and I both have been trying to cut certain words from our vocabulary. I think I’ve mentioned before we’re trying to ban “actually,” “literally,” “honestly,” and in my case “really” from our mouths and brains. Jut has had much more success than me in this effort, probably because he does not talk as much as I do. On Friday I used “actually” five or six times, and I have only verbal laziness to blame. Restructuring my sentences has been more difficult than I thought it would be, but I like how they feel without those words. I also like the feeling of poking at the sleepy language part of my brain. I can feel it grunting in effort, because those words are so deeply rooted in my speech. It takes work to not use them.
2. I’m trying to eat less meat. As in, a lot less meat. And yes, it’s because I’m a big dirty soft-hearted hippie, it’s because I don’t want to eat things that had horrible disgusting lives. My main struggles are: Jut is a definite carnivore, it’s often just easier to eat meat, and I’m frequently unsure of where meat being served comes from. I sucked all weekend, and ate a lot of meat of questionable origins. I feel bad about it when I do it. I’m going to keep trying.
3. This is a change that was not MY idea, and it is HORRIBLE. Jut stopped buying soda. We’ve tried this experiment before, but my fiendish Diet Coke habit is more deeply rooted in me than the word “actually.” But! I think he means it. We don’t even have a renegade can of orange soda in the back of the fridge. I feel sort of lost. Also, it’s fairly pathetic that I get all, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I HAVE TO DRINK WATER WITH DINNER?” I know we don’t need soda in the house. I know it.
But.
He can’t stop me from having Diet Coke at work. I will certainly keep a stash there. My three o’clock soda is crucial to my work performance.
Love,
black sheeped
