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Ah, summer is over today. Time to relax. Type Os have a higher incidence of bipolar disorders, and I am all O. In my case it's Bipolar Seasonal Affective Disorder. My new internist is the first doctor I've been to who knows about that type of SAD, but I've known for three years now. I had to get the depressive side under control before I could swing the other way (I was 'stuck down' for a while). I'm never full manic, but enough in that direction to have a tough time some summers. The first was the worst because I didn't know what was going on, and it got a bit more momentum than I let it get now. Now I wear a wide brimmed hat in summertime, and find indoor activities whenever possible. This summer was a bit tough, with the baby I don't have as much control over my schedule, and the whole jogging thing helped for a while, but ultimately didn't work out for my back.
As of today, hat season is over. I can run errands during the day without having to sit in a dark room afterward to 'come back down'. I can go outside for walks during the day, and will be doing so at high noon every day come wintertime. Time to crawl out of my bat cave! While the instinct is to hibernate in winter, and go go go all summer long, I have to temper both of theses instincts...go against my inclinations to set myself free from them and all the junk that goes with them.
Last night was interesting...I had grand plans to make ghee and take digital photos to post to my blog, kind of a cooking school blog. Luckily the digital camera had a low battery, or I'd show you the disaster that ensued. I got started off just fine, had all my tools, unbleached cotton cheesecloth, and the nice organic butter... all off to a good start. Gurgle gurgle gurgle, it was making happy ghee noises when my son comes in, opens a cupboard, and throws a tempered glass bowl on the floor. Crash! He and I both had bare feet, but miraculously we didn't get cut. I scooped him up before he could put all his weight into his next step, brushed off his feet and mine and carted him into the next room, got my shoes, broom, dustpan, mop, and he watched through the glass door while I cleaned up the mess. He felt very left out from the clean up process...watched me sweep and mop while crying. He loves to sweep and mop. Then he was mad when I was finished and made him wear shoes. But he got to mop once after I was done. The disposable mop liners came in handy, I could just toss them and not worry about cleaning out the glass. The broom still sits outside until I can make sure all the shards are gone from it.
Needless to say, the ghee burned. It looks just awful, smoky brownish, not the nice golden color it should be. Rats. If I could find the plug in to my digital camera, I'd charge it up and get a picture for you all, but basically it looks like grease instead of oil; it didn't harden at all after sitting out. I'm not going to taste it, so I can't say how it tastes. What a waste of organic butter, but at least we don't have bandaids on our feet. I'm going to have to find a higher cupboard for those bowls.