On our stop through Meridian, we discovered a new dietary plan from our friends the Rices. On this plan, rice and all other grains along with their cousins the legumes are blackmail for our bodies. Not only grains but the whole family of dairy. Congestion and fat rolls result if indulged. Throw out all forms of pure sugar and the scientific advances of additives, extra salt and potatoes, and what do we have left to eat?
plant based spices.
Is this possible? Is it healthy? Can we run faster, further, with fewer aches and pains? We are willing to experiment and see.
South Texas is a mysterious place. At first glance, not much here but a bunch of mesquite trees and tangles of live oaks. Plenty of moisture in the air, not always in the ground. Towns few and far between make a newcomer a little lonely and wondering where are the resources, the stores, the people. Move down to the coast and the pace of life is slow and steady, methodical as the wind billowing out, blowing light, pushing the shallow bay water up towards the shore.
We are settled in to our parents' condo for the week. Having breakfast on the balcony, we watch the pedestrian procession of dog walkers set to the beat of shrimp boat and barge motors out in the bay, punctuated with the caw-caw-p-caah of seagulls scavenging. We took note of one walker with exceptional ingenuity: leash lassoed around her own waist, her eager spaniel powered their walk.
Herbie the long dog is staying behind us in New Bern.
After nearly seven years of chasing squirrels, traveling in his little car crate, meekly enduring a toddler in his family, and serving on the greeting committee wherever we call home, he gained a reputation for funniest looking dog, and faithful house guardian with his loud bark.
In a mysterious twist of ill stretching, he ruptured a disk in his neck the very day we were being packed to move. He was about to embark on a new journey with us, and now we will miss our beady-eyed buddy in the back seat.
This time it's going to be like a mid summer Christmas, by the time we get back to our stuff and after traveling across the country and back. The mess is like the heap of paper immediately following gift opening; the floor invisible, the footing treacherous. Thankfully, we had professional help this time. Packers and movers, while we sorted through the clutter and packed our on-the-go bags.
Now, the floors are clear, the windows empty, all the work done but the catching up of sleep.