Busy weekend. Obviously. I DID get to make my split pea soup….and loved it. I truly do love cooking, especially with real food. Some people think its expensive, but it really isn’t, not when you shop smart and buy fresh. A bag of split peas? $1. Garlic bulb? 25 cents. A bag of carrots? $1. A head of celery? $1.25. And with a ham steak on sale for $2.25 my split pea soup was what? $6??? And that’s three days worth of food for me. And that was perfect. With all the work I was doing this weekend I wanted something bright, nutrition, convenient to eat while I knit. So I’d take a small break, grab some soup, reheat it on the stove (I don’t have a microwave), and while it slowly simmered back up to warm I’d find something fun to watch on Hulu. My English friends will probably smile greatly when I tell them I found and fell in love with Miranda Hart. I adore her. She’s brilliant 🙂 I knit up 10 bears eating split pea soup and watching her show.
Kara spent the weekend in Savannah, and sent me an email asking me where to go, where to spend her time and I obliged with things tourists would never know about, which is always the best way to go. She came home yesterday with a shirt she had that someone online wanted to buy from her.
“Since its a small SMALL size, the buyer asked if I had a 6 foot female model that I could take pics wearing the shirt….to see what it looks like ON someone. I told them, No, I don’t….but, I do have a six foot MAN that will fit in I can take pictures of.”
So, then today I went to visit George so I could get out of this chair. My back was hurting, and I realized I had sat here for far too long and needed to walk about a bit. Visit. I get lonely sitting here knitting. Which is why Kara comes over as often as she does, I think. To keep me from getting lonely. So I go to George’s, we hang out, we talk, I walk around in his back yard and enjoy the plants, and play with his little dog. He snapped a pic that was BLURRY BLURRY of me playing with LUKE, his dachshund. Then I went to take a seat in a rocker just to chill and enjoy an hour or two visiting my friend.
Well…..He sent me the two pics after I came home and again….I nearly lost it. I can’t believe how skinny I’ve gotten, how thin I’ve become. I was shattered. Granted, I only get to eat about once a day, twice sometimes….and I saw those pics and was scared to death. You may remember the post I did a while back with the pics of Kara and I playing cribbage where my heart sank when I saw how skinny I was. In a world where everyone is so weight obsessed about OBESITY, there are people who go UNDERFED often. You don’t hear about that. You don’t hear about thin, malnourishment. Hell, in this culture of ours, it seems the poor are actually HEAVY. But, that’s not poverty. Poverty isn’t eating junk because its cheap…..poverty is not having THAT choice.
If….no, I take that back….WHEN I am finally secure, and financially solid so that Mario and I don’t worry about rent, electric and food anymore, I do plan to become a philanthropist focused on feeding the hungry in America. And I mean the REAL hungry. That homeless guy on the corner of the exit ramp holding a sign. Notice he isn’t heavy. Notice how skinny some kids come back from summer break from school…..pounds lighter, because the school breakfast and lunch was the only daily meal they had. Notice how much food in your fridge gets tossed out. Leftovers no one wanted. A lack of desire to prepare it. “I’ll just heat up a Lean Cuisine.” Notice people who open a cupboard of food and say, “There’s nothing to eat.” Notice how some people only seem to care about hungry people during the holidays. Just look around sometime and see how people treat hunger. When you have lunch with a coworker and they say, “Oh, I’m full. I can’t eat another bite. I can’t take it with me….just throw it away. I shouldn’t eat it anyway. Its full of carbs……”
All the money I get from my teddy bears goes directly towards expenses. The apartment I FINALLY got. The electric bill. The yarn I need to keep going. Postage. Mario. I decide with whats left on how I’ll eat. And I’m LUCKY. Because I know all I have to do is knit up a teddy bear and someone will grab it and I can look at that little cat and go, “DINNER! We’ve got money for dinner….” Some people aren’t so lucky.
So, that’s it. Yeah, I look terrible because I’ve lost sooo much weight throughout this. But, I’m still a very optimistic person. I know it won’t last forever. If I sell my teddy bears, work my long skinny fingers to the bone, one day I’ll have the luxury of saying, “I’m not hungry right now…..But we can do something for people who are.”
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