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Yesterday morning I opened a sealed quart jar of water kefir, stuck it up to my mouth to drink, and the fumes in the jar almost made me pass out. Like a dumb mofo I took a drink anyway. It tasted very powerful. At first I thought it was a good thing, but as the day wore on I got sicker and sicker. The only thing I knew to do was to drink lots of water, and I did. Quarts of it. It took until around bed time to feel better. I'm not exactly right this morning. I drank a little milk kefir to see if that would help.
I bought a new air conditioner. The old window unit I've have for years and years appears to have gone the way of all good things. It's a puzzler. Sometime it works, and sometime it doesn't. That's not good enough when it's only a few days into Summer. I don't tolerate heat as well as when I was younger.
I got my brother to come over and help me take the old one out and put the new one in. The old one weighed twice as much as the new air conditioner. The new one has digital controls and a remote to operate it. I set it up in the hole where the old one was, but I'm still not feeling well from yesterday, so I haven't sealed it in yet. Manana...
Despite the fact that there is daylight all the way around the new air conditioner I turned it on anyway. It's located up high on the wall, and cool air falls down, so it still keeps the room cooler than having nothing. In fact I lay down on my bed to see if I could take a nap, and I had to pull a sheet over me to feel comfortable. That's mo' bettah!
A few weeks ago I was in Fayetteville to keep an appointment at the VA Hospital. Fayetteville is considerably larger than the little town I live near, and it has most of the large franchise stores that aren't here. It also has a Harris Teeter grocery store that carries lots of the exotic items not found at the local stores here.
They have an olive counter with a selection of olives you can buy by the pound no matter which types of olives you choose. The first time I bought a variety of all the olives they had at the counter to see which kind I liked best. As it turned out I favored the Greek olives they call Kalamata. The second time I visited I bought just those olives.
In the last week or so I saw some olives at the Wal-Mart SuperStore here in town that are labeled Gloria's Harvest in those shiny mylar packages. One of the three kinds they had was the Kalamata olives. I bought one package of them to give them a whirl. I think they're possibly better tasting than the ones from Harris Teeter. I bought two more packages. Wal-Mart is notorious for not continuously carrying a particular brand of food, especially if I like it.
I'm going back to bed. My enthusiasm for keeping a positive attitude has waned. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. '-)
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