Second day of 2014, and I have a mission this year. 

Well...I did, LAST year, too. And, in 2012. Things got in the way.

2011 was surgery and job issues and job hunting. Bitterness along the way. Anger as a side dish.  Got a job, the promises made faded like last spring's clouds. But, it was work. Good work, because I got to share with and meet people of like mind. More tree-huggin' plant-eaters. 

Things went well until my joints began committing mutiny again. First my knee, then my foot...yes, THAT foot, the one I had repaired in 2011. Then the same knee. And, the same foot. In fact, I was in recovery from not one, not just two, nay even three, but four separate surgical procedures this year, between May and November.  And, three invasive treatments, to boot. 

And, I walk no better than I had. So, I had to retire.Now, retirement sounds like it'd be fun...and, it IS. Really. I am thrilled. Just...I kinda thought I had a few more years of clock-punching to do before this. It sorta slipped up behind me, and smacked me in the ass. Not that I'm complaining. Just wish it had given me a little more warning. God, however, is good ALL the time, and He has provided, in His infinite wisdom, a measure of financial security that seems pretty bullet-proof. All of which yields an incredibly intriguing way for me to occupy some time: School! 

Yessir-ee-Bob, I'm a college student! Not in the traditional manner: I'm a senior citizen level course auditor. I attend, cost-free. I don't get a grade, but what the hell, I've got a BS (and, THAT means what it sounds like: BS) in one discipline. Who needs another set of letters? It's not like I can throw out anymore resumes. No...I'm going to learn some formal manners by which to write; some actual rules to bend when I'm taking pictures. Next semester? ASL. I've been dawdling along, trying to learn at least a word or two per week, to share with my Little Buddy Sunshine, but have failed kinda miserably. He does know SOME words (signs) but I know he's the capacity for more, and I owe it to him to help him become all he can. Besides...communication is what this old bullshit-artist does best. More'n one girl has fallen in love with the way I turn a phrase. Now it's time to share that capacity with those that can't hear. To borrow a phrase from "Fifty Shades," my inner cheerleader secretly wishes to be the ASL interpreter at the next concert you attend.

Actually, my inner cheerleader is building quite the bucket list:
1) Children's book
2) Short story (non-fiction)
3) Romantic pap fiction that makes the girlies swoon
4) Cookbook (Veg*n, of course)
5) Year in pictures book
6) Short sci-fi
7)...and so forth.

You may hove noticed I mentioned Veg*nity. Yes, I quietly climbed over the fence to THAT school of thought. And, as you may also have noticed, three months into said animal-product-lessness, I'm not wasting away to naught. Nor falling away to a ton. Some weight loss has been achieved: From flirting with the 230's and above, to ringing in at under 225...sometimes close to 220 or lower (Oh, saints and hayrakes, the holidays rip EVERYBODY a new ass...or waistline...). I am proud to say that I neither consumed ANY cookies or snacks this season that contain butter, cream, cheese (THAT was a bitch...) and only VERY little of the famed and fabled Cranberry Mold my sister-in-law makes. Lemme 'splain:

For those of you who don't understand Veg*nism, there are some degrees and levels to which we all subscribe. Straight out Veg*nism means that we not only don't eat meat, nor do we eat any other animal products: Broths, bouillons, milks, cheeses, butters, fats...any food products associated with the slaughter or 'domination/enslavement' of animals. That's 'dietary Veg*nism.' 'Ethical Veg*nism' means not only eschewing the chewing, but the WEARING as well, of animal products: Leather, feathers, skin, fins, isinglass-fined beverages, gelatin-encapsulated drugs, calcium diet supplements, leather shoes, belts, etc...the list is a LONG one, and you'd be absolutely amazed at what it contains.  

Some of us are all IN...some of us cut our losses at a certain limit. Take me: I eat white sugar (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Oz and his carbohydrate police have a warrant out for my arrest) and honey. "WTF," you ask, "is wrong with white sugar and honey?" White sugar is made white by passing the syrup through activated charcoal. Bone char, in about 40% of the production in the US.(http://www.vegsource.com/jo/qa/qasugar.htm)

So, yeah, if you're really against animal cruelty, factory farming, etc, there's a good case for avoiding cane sugar. Beet sugar doesn't require the bone treatment, but as a caveat, it does NOT bake the same way as cane sugar. 

And, honey? Requires the captive presence of a queen bee (special hive structure KEEPS her there, so the workers and drones have something to do) and, thus is considered by some to be exploitation. Anybody that's seen "Bee Movie" (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0389790/fullcredits?ref_=tt_ov_st_sm) knows that bees are gonna make honey. Whether WE interfere or not, and whether we harvest it or not. As opposed to milk production, which requires the inhumanity of vacuum machines, rGBH, GMO god-playing and  the abject cruelty (in more cases than not) of brainless handlers, apiarists care deeply for their hives, and never use pitchforks, cattle prods, tire irons or gelding rings on bees.I also take pills. In or around every pill I take (arthritis, blood pressure, cholesterol, etc) is a certain amount of gelatin. Boiled animal bones and hooves. Yup. There's no way around it. "Oh," you chide, "yes there IS! Take your healthy diet and SUPPLEMENT it with supplements." I'd love to. But YOU don't have to crawl out of bed every morning in the agony to which I've been treated, since the first time I woke up with arthritis. I do. So...I'm gonna eat honey, bake with white sugar, and take my pills. It's a journey, not a rule-book. We all take different routes. 

Now, one might assume that I'm militant in my approach to Veg*nism. That every post is a PERSONAL ATTACK on YOU. Nope, nyet, nuh-uh, nein. I am as peace-loving as they come. Really. If you want to eat a sirloin burger with bacon, three kinds of cheese and pork cracklin' crudites, hunker in on it, man. It's ALL you.  Don't tell me what I'm missing, because I gotta tell you, if it's to be eaten, I've probably already EATEN it. I am almost fifty-seven. I'd been raised as a meat-eatin' FOOL. Daddy would lay a half pound of rare roast beef on a NYC hard roll with a load of Hellman's on it, salt and pepper and NO lettuce, TYVM, and the nuns would look at OUR lunch and say how SINFUL it was that WE ate as much on one sandwich as a 'poor African refugee ate in a month...' Va, fon tu culo. Daddy worked so we COULD eat well. So, yeah, I ate meat. And gave it up. Don't look at this as my attack on YOU. I hate factory farming and Big Ag, Monsanto and the science project that uses US as guinea pigs. I don't hate YOU. Gawd, I hate having to explain this as people's blood pressure rises. Only other leaf-chasers can understand the ecological impact of over-intensive farming, the waste of resources, the absolute insanity of the concept of 'more-more-more.' I have to come up with a way to say that this is my non-violent objection to exploitation.

This said, please feel free to follow me, comment, share your thoughts. If you really wanna lambaste me or embrace me, but feel somewhat timid about coming outta the closet  for activism, send me an email. I understand. We are ALL crewmates on Spaceship Earth.

Keep coming back; it DOES work, if you work it. So, work it, you're worth it.