Ms. Smarty pants and Giggles herself, wants to know what is in my diet. She thinks I am confusing, and for the life of me I have no idea why she should think such a thing. I just write away about the things that effect my life. There is one thing you never want to say to me and that is, “I dare you.” Those three words are like junk to me. I cannot resist them! Ha ha, I have my eye on a few others with the same brain dysfunction. So lately I have been writing about lost family, terror and death in Norway, red spit, the scary things children put you through, friends and inspiration, and finally the confusing world we are living in.
Ms. Giggles wants to know what is in my diet; or rather she dared me to tell her. Now I can take this literally and tell you what I eat but I know that would be only half a story and not so interesting at that. So here is my daily diet as I see it.
Every morning I cough my way through saw dust, wood planks and piles of clothes and debris towards the coffee pot. I am after all living in the “Never-ending story” of home renovation. My coffee and I sit on the steps with a newspaper and skim through the day, at the same time we are NOT listening to my mother in the background telling us all the latest Hollywood gossip. So it is time for yogurt, muesli, juice and vitamins. Then coffee and I talk to our mail and check in with our Google friends. Chores come along and remind me that I cannot dawdle so I sometimes obey like a good girl should. Sometimes I ignore those nasty chores and disappear into the world of words, guilty as charged! Lunch is my walk, I need air and instead of wasting my breath on gobbling down food I take a nice long walk. The museum and the cemetery are nice places to hang out even when it is raining or snowing, as it so often does in this country.
My diet consumes a lot of music during the day. If it is not playing in the background, which tends to irritate other family members, it is in my head constantly. Music has replaced coffee and the two of us dance around the kitchen, making some kind of meal for the evening. Protein and vegetables are the ones that usually keep me company. Sometimes a frozen Pizza or soup will sneak in and steal the show.
Saw-man spends the evening drilling, hammering and making other noises that saw-men do while I wipe off the day with Mr. TV and Mr. Internet. Some fresh night air and I am ready for a trip to the Imagine Nation. If you ask me, my diet is not confusing at all. It does tend to have its variations, but that is life, is it not?
What kind of diet are you on? Have a nice week-end everyone!