Chewing My Cud

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It's been an interesting day in some ways, and sad beyond tears in others. The wheatgrass we planted in trays is really bursting forth in some serious plant splendor. I waited to go to the greenhouse to check the progress of them today. I went for a walk back to the rye field and gathered several handfuls of the fresh grass and chewed it up as I walked. It seemed strangely peaceful to be chewing my cud. I've never done that before.

I walked for maybe a mile or so in the woods behind our houses and felt very meditative as I wandered back to visit the greenhouse . My sister-in-law was there cleaning out a place to put a set of outdoor table and chairs inside the greenhouse. I helped her load some of their stuff they had stored inside on to the pickup truck.

The first two trays of wheatgrass I helped plant is starting to look like real grass now. The last day or two the wheat berries had these white stringy things emerging out of themselves, but now they are turning green and really bulking up. We now have six trays in process and two more trays with the one inch of top soil ready for the next batch of wheat berries that have already soaked for one day.

We tentatively have a process in mind for how we're gonna have a continuous supply of wheatgrass to work the mojo with this raw food diet. It's a fairly easy plan to follow. It starts with soaking the fresh organic wheat berries my sister-in-law conveniently ordered.

One half of a quart canning jar is half filled from the supply of wheat berries, and then filled to the top with water. When the water is absorbed into the dry wheat berries they swell up to just about to the top of the quart jar.

That's enough to cover two of the plastic trays we're using. We put an inch of potting soil from a big bag and then spread the soaked wheat berries over the top of the soil so that the wheat berries are touching each other, but not overlapping. then we sprinkle some water over everything and cover them up for two days. to let them germinate. Then, we wait for nature to take it's course.

The plan seems to be to figure out how often we have to prepare more trays of germinated wheat berries to keep from running out of fresh wheatgrass. Neither one of us appear to be all that sure. The trick, as far as I'm concerned is to have more than enough rather than too little.

I sort of forgot when I ordered my juicer online that it's the Christmas shopping season. I have no idea about how long it will take before it shows up. I'm eager to get it and to start messing around making the various recipes of raw foods to make juice with. It's not a problem since my sister-in-law owns her own juicer and we can use that with no problems.

The sad thing today was that I got a call from a woman I went to high school with and even dated a couple of times. She was just too frenetic and bossy for me, and I had to cut her loose in a dramatic enough way to get her to accept that we'd never be a couple. Fortunately, she was able to find some guy she claims is perfect for her and she was married to him quickly before he caught on.

She told me right away that she didn't have a soul she could call and talk to any more, and demanded that I listen to her whine about her health problems. I was polite altogether too long. Well, not really, but like I said, she's bossy and inconsiderate, and not just with me. That's why she has no one to call.

I had to just tell her I wasn't gonna listen to her and hang up during her protests. I feel extremely fortunate she didn't call back and demand that I listen to her some more. I don't exactly hate being impolite. If she had ignored my obvious dislike of hearing her whine I might enjoy being brutal to her again, but, she didn't call back.

I don't believe she called me to torment me, she just doesn't care one whit if she did torment me, her need to jabber at me was more important to her than how I liked dealing with it. The worse I treat this woman the more she likes the rejection. Unfortunately, I'm just not a sadist. I've tried, but it don't get me off.

My encounters with this woman in the last ten years is proof positive for me that how one treats old people when they're young, is how young people will them them when they're old. Her father was a successful businessman who could afford to provide her with a fairly privileged lifestyle until he died. She was snooty and condescending to one and all, and then she lost everything, and thought that was the reason people avoided her. It wasn't. It was and still is her mouth. Yeah, I know I'm projecting, except that I never had nothing to lose.

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