The heat wave has broken, and the cool sweet breezes are flowing through the forest. My windows are all open, heavenly.
I am not a person with an “addictive personality”. Heaven knows I have tried! I tried to partake of a daily alcoholic drink, reckoning it would help me relax, but I only kept it up for a few days before forgetting to do it. I tried to smoke cigarettes, bought a pack which lasted several years, and ended up throwing it out. I just can’t seem to manage hanging on to an addiction.
Nor can I sustain an obsession, with a few notable exceptions, like loving my kids no matter what. Heaven knows I try to develop long-term obsessions, but alas, it isn’t in me to do it. I do enjoy short-term, intense obsessions though. That is my lot in life, the short-term obsession.
Yesterday I initiated an obsession, which I am enjoying to the hilt, because I know it will soon fade away. We recently bumped into a sale on blueberries, and so bought several pints. Attila does not like raw blueberries. I love them. Yesterday I wanted to eat them for breakfast, but I also wanted to eat my daily breakfast oatmeal. I didn’t like the idea of hot oatmeal during a heat wave, nor the idea of fresh blueberries on hot cereal. I began my search for ideas on how to have my blueberries, and my oatmeal too.
What I came up with was a no-cook recipe for oatmeal squares, which I imagined I could eat with a bowel of fresh blueberries. That is not how it turned out though.
I used our special peanut butter, with no sugar, added oils, just peanuts. It is great peanut butter, made right here in Ontario, Paris, Ontario, at Nuts To You. It is not as oily as the commercial peanut butter, so my results did not yield squares, but a crumble mixture. So I washed my blueberries, put them in a bowel, topped them with peanut butter oatmeal crumble, poured myself a big glass of milk on the side, and sat down to a hearty breakfast.
I had this combo for breakfast yesterday. I had this combo for lunch yesterday. I had this combo for a bedtime snack yesterday. I had this combo for breakfast this morning. Right now I am not interested in eating anything else. The combo is my mini-obsession. When the blueberries are gone, the obsession goes with them. But for now, I am enjoying my self indulgence.
The telephone rang once this morning. One ring.
“Stop rattling my cage,” I think.
I realized, as I headed for the phone, that I don’t welcome it’s call. Why? There is seldom a familiar voice at the other end of it, and right now the only friendly voice that calls comes from the realtor’s office, setting up another tire-kicker’s adventure. This is particularly disappointing, because I want it to be the realtor calling with news that someone wants to buy the house.
I need to try and forget that the telephone exists!
Date: 10:00 AM EDT Thursday 30 July 2015
Pressure: 100.9 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: W 13 km/h
“Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.”
Lois McMaster Bujold