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It is always helpful when people share knowledge. That is one of the reasons I am so open about what happens in my life. I bumped into my roommate this morning. His name is "Jerry" as in Tom and Jerry. Cute little mouse. That is part of country living, I fear. I also suspect this house is just full of places for them to enter.
I shudder as I read my previous blogs. They do seem full of worry and anxiety. I am not actually that tightly wound most of the time. Lately, I have been blogging due to fatigue or not being able to sleep. I used to write out my thoughts after lunch every day. Perhaps, one day, I will be able to reflect leisurely.
It is windy, cold and damp this morning. I would not do well long term in this type of weather. I still feel a calling toward the south east part of the country. I am not absolutely certain, since I have not experienced parts of the south west. But........
yellow bell peppers
Those were my five live food choices yesterday. The local market did not offer much. In fact, the produce section actually smelled nasty. There is nothing on the south east end of town that carries good fresh produce. But soon, the Farmer's Market will start. My youngest son, helped me make Turkey burgers last night. He thoroughly enjoyed squishing the ground spices into the meat and smashing down the hamburger patties. We chose sea salt and thyme. Simple and tasty.
The oldest son (with the sensory issues) couldn't handle the texture of the meat. He chose to starve. Can you imagine being hungry all of the time due to food textures? I have to compromise today. I will buy the nasty white hamburger buns at the store, so he can actually stomach the meat. I actually wish Dr. D could work with him. This tendency to run away from 'squishy' and my son's inability to even look at a casserole (he can't stand all of the different foods mixed together visually- let alone in his mouth)- runs in the father's side of the family. He will suffer nutritionally forever. I do not know how to fix this.
I never asked her how or with what, but it may be something to research?
My husband has this issue at 50 as does a friend of mine. It does get pretty frustrating.
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