So, I have been visiting my Myo guy 2x a week. He's a pretty chatty guy. He uses conversation to distract me from the intense amount of pain he puts me in in our time together. It totally bugs when a message therapist wants to get chatty and I usually start things off by telling them I will be doing no chatting. I'm there to melt my cares away and I can't relax if I'm having a conversation. It's a completely different story with the myo guy. I find his chatting comforting. He knows when I'm not capable of responding and it doesn't bug him, he just keeps chatting away. He is really quite good at small talk. I'm impressed. We have covered all sorts of topics while I am in vulnerable positions.
I told him about building my compost bin and probably some other "tree hugging" things that I have been doing. He has a girlfriend in Sante Fe who is originally from Seattle……get that picture in your head. I mean where else would someone from seattle go? Each visit I find out a bit more about him and his girlfriend. It is always about composting, greenhouses, farm to table restaurants and his new love - his Subaru….I have theories about who drives those.
I feel like things are escalating out of control. I feel like I have presented myself as someone who is also living this lifestyle. He even gave me some great information about this place that is like Ikea for farm equipment so that I can build my own greenhouse. Thank goodness we have avoided politics up to this point - which is imperative when dealing with someone with obvious stress issues. Any chance of working out those adhesions would be lost if he knew who I really was and we had a conversation about it ;0)
Maybe I'm just in denial over who I really am. I mean, I did grow up in the northwest. I wore flannel and birkenstocks for a good portion of my life. I love the outdoors and was heavily influenced by all the "earth day" hype when I was in grade school. I was always trying to save birds from the plastic rings around pop cans - yes pop- some days when I'm trying to hide who I am, I say soda. I wanted to rescue all the starving children in Africa and I wanted to save the planet. I soon learned that I had a hard time being around people who also liked those things. I didn't really fit in nor did I want to. I need to start a new group of conservatives verging on libertarian who believe in stewardship over the earth - not worshiping it. Who loves to be self sufficient, frugal and old school when it comes to thinking about our food sources and preserving them and preparing for all eventualities. Until then, I'm content with being an outcast.
So, maybe my new friend and I really aren't that far apart after all. We can find things we have in common and have a good time together….and who knows….maybe he's an outcast too…..BTW, look what I now have in my home…I'm seriously, dangerously close to going off the deep end. lol
Seriously, I'm in love. Now, I'm not a "eat raw" kinda person that is buying this cadillac of dehydrators, but I am a prepper that doesn't like to waste anything. I've been getting lots of fruits lately and we can't eat them all before they go bad -especially when I buy in bulk. I have all those apples and didn't want it all in pie filling or applesauce so I dehydrated some of them. I let Nate have his fun reading all the reviews and picking out the perfect one - I would have picked a cheaper one - but I must say that I do love this one and I needed all the shelves- I could have totally used more. Plus, I love the name of it. I mean, come on, excalibur? awesome!
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