Low-Grade Greasy Food

I'd recently been told by one who's getting too big for his britches that he didn't make a mess, so why should he have any chores, which is blatantly BS, he's just looking for a fight.   This is so not the issue anyway, he's irked at his birth siblings for stuff they can't control.  I'm not engaging.

To his surprise and chagrin, I just turned away and walked off, already bored with this predictable reaction. OK, don't help.  I do it all anyway.  I'd rather use my energy working than arguing.

Allen, Scotty and Dubs came out back to help me with the mowing last night, we mow about an acre or two with a push mower.  I'm tired of paying big bucks to pay for repairs on a riding mower, usually to little avail.

Society swears by labor saving devices and implements, yet we've all grown obese, unhealthy and sedentary, driving to an expensive gym to try and get the exercise we could've gotten for free had we not spent so much money on stuff to keep us from laboring.

That doesn't make a lick of sense to me.

Then we drive to a restaurant and pay big bucks to eat their cheap low-grade grease.

Nah, I'll go outside and find me something fresh, delicious and full of fiber and anti-oxidants that my body craves to keep me going.

What we're having here, amongst my kids, is the residual grouchiness that has come with the advent of a new school year.  It's so much easier than in years past when there'd be major meltdowns, this is small potatoes in comparison.

We ran into our old bus driver  down at the soccer park, who explained that the county had done major reassignments to keep all the drivers closer to their homes, but that the new driver is a man I'd known many years ago in church.

A bike accident last night injured two beloved teachers from the elementary school who were training for a triathlon.  Thank God they'll both be OK after being hit by a car.  Thank God for helmets.

Lily's longtime girlfriend, ever since Pre-K, did get to come back to live with the parent in this school district.  She's been shuffled around in their divorce.  I get so wrapped up in adoption and trauma issues that I often fail to remember there's a ton of other issues affecting the world.

Claudia blogged about it, along the lines I'd just been thinking about, but for me, I don't feel called to any new issue in which to try and make changes or to help, instead I feel very driven to pursue food self-sufficiency, seed saving and sustainability.  I feel my energies need to go into my children here at home and into my grandchildren.