Friday Feast: Too Much Salty Beast

DAY EIGHT WITHOUT ELECTRICITY. ANOTHER MOTEL NIGHT. Have eaten “off diet” in a major way since the storm hit last Friday. I usually pack blood type diet specific foods for myself and my husband when we’re travelling. Didn’t get the opportunity this “trip.” Everything in the refrigerator and both freezers went rancid after the first couple of days, and our blood type diet supplies and supplements had to be dumped. I hated throwing all that food away. It felt so wrong. But we are not going hungry. The restaurants in the area obviously had priority as far as getting back online and just about everything is open again. So eating out several times more than usual has wreaked havoc on my system and my psyche. But I’ve been grateful that there has been food. Although my husband absolutely refused to be served the turkey Spam I was so thrilled to find in the store. I don’t blame him. The sodium content would have been the end of both of us. So I didn’t eat any salty beast today and feel some better except for this riduculous cold or sinus infection or whatever it is. I can’t breathe and my eyes are so itchy and red I look like I’ve been in a fight. My throat is so hoarse and I’m so congested that when I called the motel to make reservations for the weekend, she thought I said my name was Boy Help. I bought a homeopathic nasal spray recommended by my asmatic sister who said, “It will sting a little bit at first.” I felt like someone had set off two bottle rockets up my nose. That’s more than a little bit of sting, but I digress.

The good news is that the insurance adjuster was a jolly and smart fellow this morning. The weather report he was given to reference said we were hit with 91 mile an hour winds or a category two hurricane force storm. We’ll see what he says. Still waiting on the electric company and the tree fellow. Although the poor tree guy has been so busy in the neighbor this last week, I would prefer he took the weekend off to rest. The last thing I need is a sleepy man in a bucket lift forty feet in the air swinging a chain saw around above my yard. So we wait and eat less beast.

Thanks for your thoughts and comments and prayers. They’re helping.

Be well, write well.

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