I’m having fun at the moment writing some stories about meeting famous people from the past. I may put one or two on here if I don’t end up sending them somewhere but it’s a lot of fun trying to imagine how, say, C S Lewis might react to modern life. What things would shock him? What would be familiar? What might he understand and what would be totally alien? I’m imagining that the person gets some sort of orientation before they arrive in the present, but that it’s inadequate and their guide has to fill them in.
I’ve also started reading Westwind, a resurrected Ian Rankin from 1990. People have been a bit unkind about this but so far I like it; it doesn’t read to me like a beginner’s novel. I’m also happy to report that today my mouse is quiet and well-behaved. I gave it a thoroughly good wash with a cotton bud and some screen cleaner and at first it went a bit mad but after I dried it off it settled down and is now perfectly docile. So far.
I’ve just received an email about a food waste campaign for October. I deleted it because – and I don’t want to sound smug here – we waste very little food in this house. OH is always up for eating leftovers (veggie leftovers are classified as vegan) otherwise leftovers are incorporated into the next day’s meal or frozen for future consumption. Bread crusts, onion skins, fruit peelings and any other food waste is composted so nothing goes to landfill.
From a yoga point of view there’s very little prana or energy in reheated food, so I usually pep it up a bit with fresh veg or some sprinkled cheese. Sadly this usually results in more leftovers as the resulting meal is too big – but you can’t do everything right.
I was thinking about this yesterday as I went round the supermarket; about how intolerable it can be to have all manner of ethical constraints when you’re shopping. Is it wrapped in plastic? Is it fair trade? Is it organic? What about the ingredients? Is it healthy? It’s rare that something ticks all the boxes and by the time you’ve done all your shopping you can be exhausted. Sometimes I long to be the sort of person who can pile their trolley with plastic-wrapped pizzas and not give a toss. But this is really an argument for better supermarkets, not for abandoning hope.
Though I might abandon hope just a little bit, the way things are. Don’t even get me started.
New short story serial coming tomorrow…