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A steady rain has settled in. It's not a soft rain either, but cold and driven rain. I don't know if the frost will hit tonight before I've taken my tomatoes over to my brother's green house. I sure ain't gwine try to do it in this hard rain.
The rain has spoiled my clothing sacrifice. I culled out about ten pairs of pants that don't fit anymore. I took them out to my trash pile and set them on fire. They were burning brightly when the rains came. I haven't looked to see if there is any flame left. It's not possible. I'd say it's raining about six inches an hour.
Since I had to drive to Fayetteville yesterday in order to keep an appointment at the VA Eye Clinic I went to the health food store to buy another large jar of NAC supplement. I can feel the results of it working in my body. I can't buy it locally. I could probably buy it cheaper online, but I like to support locally-owned stores.
Despite having to drive to Fayetteville or Wilmington to get NAC, I can buy the combined capsules of Acetyl L-Carnitine/Alpha Lipoic Acid that I've begun to use regularly at most of the local drugstore franchises. Amazingly, four national chains have huge stores here. Probably because there's a good-sized hospital here.
Talk about feeling something in yer body, the lipoic acid is able to get past the brain blood barrier and I can feel it doing something in my brain for a couple of hours after I consume it. It's reputed to clear out the cobwebs in one's brain, and help prevent dementia to some degree. It isn't supposed to hurt anything if it doesn't work as advertised.
Times are hard for everybody in a way. Many of the shops at the Wal-Mart strip mall are empty now. A business has to have a pretty good turn over to pay the lease at this mall. People ain't spending. The local people I chat with expect the economy to worsen. What a drag, man. Pride goeth before the fall, I suppose.
The economy has been worse. Lots worse as far as families trying to survive is concerned. In my opinion reelecting the NeoConservatives that got the economy in a rut six years ago seems like a masochist preying for a fix.
It almost seems like to me that the people who made it through the Great Depression talked about surviving it with such gratitude that their children may be seeking a similar experience to give their lives meaning.
I take the meaning of "meaning" to be a me-and-thee-ing in the sense that nothing needs any meaning if one is alone. Everything is what it is and need no arbitration to be that. It's rare to see someone walking by themselves talking or even singing. In my opinion, it take a "thee" for the "me" to find a reason to utter meaningful speech.
For a while now I've been throwing things I'll never use again away. Not the stuff somebody could use like tools and such. Mostly old clothes that don't fit anymore that I prefer to burn. Dust to dust. I've always liked cotton clothes. I've grown cotton to make money. I got money out of the ground in the form of cotton, and burning it just returns it to it's source.
The coffee I'm drinking presently tastes pretty good to me. The important part of the taste to me is that it's dark-roasted. Over time I've learned that it's not how much caffeine in the coffee that matters as much as a strong, rich taste.
Arabica beans that are grown at high altitudes appear to be the favorite of many coffee connoisseurs, and I like it too, but they're reaching for something different than what appeals to me. That appeal may have been developed from drinking cheap-assed Brazilian lowland coffee that was roasted a little longer to get some flavor into it, and I got used to it.
Why I've never followed through on buying green coffee beans and roasting them myself is not really a mystery to me. I've read a lot about it and reviewed much of the available equipment up to about a year or so ago, but figured I'm just too lazy to go through the motions when I can buy ready-made coffee at a fair price.
I'm not so dissatisfied with the grocery store coffee I'm drinking that I'll go to the trouble to roast and grind the green beans. Maybe when I win the lottery I'll buy all that stuff and hire somebody to do it for me, or not. We get Folger's Black Silk coffee here straight from the roasting plant near New Orleans within two weeks of when it's roasted. I can't beat that by making a mess to clean up here at ho-me. '-)
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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.
