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It's feeling like I'm doing something for myself that matters about this crazy vegetarian diet I've followed since the first of December last year. My only verboten is eating meat. Anything else goes. That's a lotta wiggle room.
I just fixed lunch by going over to my brother's greenhouse and harvesting some wheatgrass, and kale and cabbage leafs. I brought them back to my masticating juicer and rinsed them pretty good in my new favorite stainless steel bowl. I love stainless steel. I used to love welding stainless steel pipes. They melt like butter. Lovely TIG welding.
When I the above ingredients ready to be juiced I prepared three apples by washing them and then cutting them up with my new apple corer and slicer. It has a hole for the core of the apples and five blades to segment the apple into six neat pieces that fit handily into the juicer in one fell swoop. Then, I took a vegetable brush and cleaned a nice fat carrot to top the whole thing off.
I had three kinds of apples to juice with the wheatgrass and vegetables. The Granny Smith is a great apple for juicing because it's very firm and has a lotta juice in it, but the Red Delicious apples my sister-in-law left here for me to use while they went to India has taught me a thing or two.
It's the way the juicer removes the juice from the pulp of the stuff I put in it that gave me the idea. The Red Delicious (or other soft eating apples) don't go through the juicer like the harder Granny Smith apples. They seem to crumble inside the juicer, if "crumble" evokes the image I'm attempt to draw with words.
The end result is that the softer apples make a sort of foamy juice rather than the clear, cider-like apple juice like you might find for sale on the roadside in season. Between the two types of apples and the other ingredients it looks like and has the physical consistency of a smoothie. I doubt if I've drank as many as 4-5 smoothies in my life ere now, but the concoction I put together is very good. Especially good compared to pure wheatgrass juice. I may find even tastier combinations as I go along.
Constitutionally, I'm as regular as I've been... maybe forever. That's a big deal with the methotrexate I just took an hour or so ago. The side effect is some fairly severe nausea that forces me to only eat what I can keep down. Very unpleasant experience, but I experience a lotta pain in my joints if I don't take my medicine.
I'm not so willing to face the prospect of taking some sort of powerful drugs to deal with some very specific pain for the rest of my life. I will do it. My tolerance for pain has always been high because of the way I've lived my life, but these days that same high tolerance is like the ol' grey mare. She ain't what she used to be.
Maybe this vegetarian diet will help. Maybe it won't. But, I gotta do something that suggests there is a less painful way to conduct my affairs. What if I live to be as old as my father was when he died totally free of pain? That would be eighteen more years of progressively worse pain. Oh, the joy... eh?
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
