The problem with thinking is that you start to ruminate, and that’s not good when a tractor comes by! Today at least I got to finish my morning run before I started seriously ruminating. (Kind of like the cows, but less smelly, I hope.)
But then I started, and Lo and Behold, my only good childhood memory came for a visit: Grandma Marie!
I must admit that I am thankful for my (adoptive) Great Grandmother, who taught me to fry chicken, to read, to write, and that “Cookin Lasts, Kissin Don’t.”
But the oddest part is that today I feel guilty for not dealing with my whole family of origin thing. Not finishing my reading for the Latino Slaves research I started after looking up my 5xGr grandfather Miles Manzilla, for the WikiTree Slavery Project which, btw desperately needs someone to take it over, if anyone has time to volunteer (no, WikiTree is not perfect, but it is more open than others, and claims to want to build a Worldwide Family Tree).
And how do you figure out who you are, anyway? My half-written climactic chapter (which I need to finish by writing 3100 words Today -gack!!) is driving me crazy because the nutcase mixed-trying-to-escape-her-origins Protagonist can’t decide between her origins and her husband’s culture.
Oh, and I haven’t eaten -probably explains that ‘burning from within’ in my stomach, and visions of cows becoming steak!! (sorry, cows, and Mr. Farmer neighbor…).
Ok, enough rumminating, sorry to have bored you guys, but I hope you all at least got a little laugh!
In Solidarity with All Kind People,
Peace via Cooperation and Non-Cooperation,
26 November 12015 HE