i might become a meat-eater

I thought I'd be fine. I thought I could just go back to the supermarket and go shopping. I even made a list the way I used to--in geographical order from the back to the front. My list was heavy on the produce but I figured what the hell! It's Meijer! They've always had the best produce!

It was horrible. Awful. Pathetic.

Green beans were on sale. Now, I should know better. I know green beans are not in season--at least not anywhere around here. So why did I even bother sticking my hand into that bin filled with wrinkle-y, smushy, old green beans? The eggplant wasn't any better. The only carrots I could find came in a bag--not baby carrots, mind you, but still no tops. There were no brussel sprouts (in season!), no kale (in season!), and no beets (in season!).

This sucks.

I have no one to blame but myself for not setting up produce this year. I'm considering going back to eating meat actually as I can get locally raised and processed meats. Tomorrow morning you can bet your sweet ass I'll be heading to the market. I haven't been going mostly because I haven't really been cooking much with the move and all. But tomorrow I'm loading up. Potatoes and beets and kale and cauliflower should all still be there. I really was quite visibly upset after the whole experience and though I am prone to being a bit dramatic even I was surprised at my reaction. When Peter asked what I had done last winter with the whole produce thing I just said, "Well, I never thought about it last year." What a drag. Being someone who thinks about things.

I'm reading the His Dark Materials series. I finished The Golden Compass in just over 24 hours. It's really fun. Dark and scary and really fun. It's also fun to search around on the internets for controversy surrounding the upcoming film. I'm sure I'll end up being disappointed in the movie, but the first book really was something. I've heard people say they couldn't get through it and that it was slow, but I thought it was really amazingly well-written. There are all of these cool elements: every human has a daemon which is essential a physical representation of one's soul. Childrens daemons can change up until puberty and then as an adult they are fixed. There are witches that are hundreds of years old, armored polar bears, a cowboy from the country of Texas with a hot air balloon, and an evil woman from the Magisterium with a scary golden monkey daemon, and the mysterious Dust The Church believes to be original sin. There's some crazy stuff in there, my friends. Science fiction/fantasy kinda stuff that I normally wouldn't get into and yet I can't get enough. I started The Subtle Knife yesterday and haven't gotten very far, but I'd like to wrap this whole series up by Sunday night.

So it's about to be the weekend. Tomorrow I'm hoping there will be some boxspring swapping. Maybe the bathroom upstairs will finally get finished. Maybe we'll finally move the rest of the bookcases up too. Maybe my clothes will make the trip. Maybe I'll say forget it to everything and just try and find a place to watch the Michigan/Ohio game at noon. Tonight I hope we get to see the man who was going to help rip out my stairs who hopefully won't have to any longer. And I might have to go down to the LRS and rough up a man who told me a WEEK AGO my NEEDLE WOULD BE READY and that HE'D CALL ME BACK in 24 HOURS. Plus where's my new Devendra Banhart on vinyl I ordered months ago, boys?!? HUH????

Maybe I'll see if the scary stairs man will come with me and crack some skulls.