Blueberries and soup
Blueberries are in season again. Whore ray! I spied them out at the walmart last night. I am going to have to hit them again this weekend and stock up on a bunch to make some wine. I have been really lazy in the wine making department. I need to get in gear. My last batch of mead was a little on the weak side. I think this time I am going to use sugar and brew myself up some rocket fuel.
So I wandered around walmart last night picking out stuff to make my soup. I kept getting annoyed at this one couple. They were both riding those little wal-mart cripple chairs. They both looked pretty fat, but not in the staggering way that you would think would disallow them from walking about. If anything a nice stroll would probably do them some good. But what was really annoying was they were holding hands. Two fat people in little electric chairs, buzzing down the aisle holding hands. Of course, that meant I could not get PAST them. When they finally blocked the entire aisle while the tried to figure out how to get a can of family sized beefaroni off the top shelf without actually standing up, I let out a sigh and turned around to go back the way I went. It was just easier than waiting for them.
So, I made soup last night. Pretty much the highlight of my night. I made chicken noodle, making the stock by boiling down an entire chicken. It takes something like four hours to cook it all, but now I have lunch for the rest of the week. I even used some fresh oregano that was growing out of a bucket in my yard. The only problem was I ended up putting too much 'stuff' in the soup. Lots of veggies and taters and so on. So when it came time to toss in the whole-wheat pasta, it pretty much expanded and sucked up a lot of the broth. So what I ended up with turned out to be more of a stew than a soup. Whatever. It's still good and YOU do not have to eat it.
For some reason some book I read ages ago popped in my mind. I think it was a young adult book. It was about some girl that got trapped on an island on a lake. She ended up being on it for something like a year. She found some old pot, and turned it into her eating pot. She always kept it over the fire and whatever she would find some roots or critters or what have you, she would throw it into the pot. Once a snake came after her and she chopped off the head and threw it in her cooking pot. Anyways, she got off the island in the wintertime when the lake froze over and she walked home. Yeah, stupid book.
I pulled off some of the extra chicken form the bones and gave it to stray cat George. He wandered in, sniffed it, and his tail shot straight up in the air and he gobbled it right down. I bet he does not get a treat like that too often. I do not mind this stray cat. He does not stick around. He comes in for a bite to eat and then goes back outside to do whatever business stray cats have. Impregnating other stray cats I assume. It's like I am running a soup kitchen.
Tonight I am going to ride down to universal to apply for their Halloween horror nights again. I am not wearing anything special. Shorts and a t-shirt. They are not looking for young professionals, they just want warm bodies. Hopefully no one recorded the fact that I quit a couple of nights early last time. Getting to it should be easier this year; the east west is open right by me so I can zoom down that. I just need to pick up an e-pass.
Heh, here is a snipped form my 2004 journal, just before Halloween horror nights started to mess with my mind.
I have not been as burned out as I was last night in a very long time. And i tell you folks, being very tired due to lack of sleep is one thing, being very tired while people are screaming at you all night and incredibly loud scary sounds are pumped through a vast sound system. I have been very tired before, and the mind plays tricks on you, like you will see a spot on the ground seem to jump at you or move or something, but last night was a step away from dancing into madness.
The weirdest moment of last night was when they suddenly carted a buncha retards through the house. These guys were really bad of, most of them were in wheelchairs.
So Im in my hidey hole, hiding behind a mattress to pop my head out and cackle mad laughter at people. I pop out and in the narrow corridor before me is what looked like a train of retards. It was three or for high tech wheelchairs being pushed by people. And the retards themselves were just going insane. They were thrashing about in there seats and their heads were jerking around and they were screaming out in a very intense and kind of scary retard scream. The expressions of the people pushing the wheelchairs told me that they suddenly realized what they were doing was a very bad idea.
But suddenly, the retard in the middle suddenly creaked his head over at me and his face went slack, and then weird grin fleeced across his face f or just an instant. It was at that point that I suddenly realized that i was actually dreaming on my feet, because at that instant I simply KNEW that that boy had been momentarily possessed by something evil.
It is one of those weird feelings that you just knowthat you only feel in a dream. Its a bit hard to explain, but know everyone has experienced it in a dream.
Anyways, that wierded me out.
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