I have had the stomach flu and have lately only been making things that are too disgusting to share with anyone other than the toilet bowl. enough said? But I am now well and heading into a new week.
On friday we studied Plusqueamperfect (sp?) and Praeteritum (i spelled it right) and i wasn't there so now i get to play catch up with yet another version of the same verbs I barely know in an unrecognizable form. The Praeteritum form is used when telling a story about something that is past and definitely finished. Like in a story book. Like what most of us do in our minds all day even thought it is finished.
I however, was too weak to do anything but sleep for two whole days and then I had to trick myself to stay in bed for another whole day by reading the first three books of Harry Potter in a row.
Now I am back to cooking, if not quite up to eating everything I was before. However, I have noticed in the last weeks that when I am too busy to make things with my hands- cooking, spinning, painting, whatever, then I usually end up cranky, irritable, easily hooked, tired, and miserable. Making things with my hands keeps me balanced and literally in touch with the world around me rather than caught up in the many thoughts in Praeteritum swimming around my head. That is, I don't believe them as much and I don't, as a wonderful visiting teacher at the Zen Center once said, I don't go looking for big juicy hooks to bite. So there.
Today, to make up for all of this, I made green chile stew (I have dried green chiles from New Mexico) finally took the dried mint and tarragon off of their stems and stored them in clean jars, organized all of my loose teas and labelled them, wrote this blog post, and I plan on spinning later on after I finish my homework on...Praeteritum.
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