I can't think of anything witty - I ate too much ice cream to think well

So I was picking up trash on Holloway Mountain Road again today (it's a never-ending chore), and I was thinking about food. Food is very important to me. I'm obsessed. Addicted. All that stuff. I get an immense amount of pleasure from cooking and eating and drinking. I also love to cook for other people. And I'm completely baffled by people who aren't as obsessed with food as I am. There are a lot of people in this world who simple eat because they're hungry. They don't take time to savor each bite, or to create something in the kitchen. I was wondering what the correlation between litterers and people who don't appreciate food is. A lot of the trash that I've picked up has been from fast food restaurants. And it's not that I don't enjoy a Whopper on occasion (well, I really only eat fast food in airports, and I have no idea why I crave it so much there), but I'd bet that if you asked a bunch of litterbugs about their eating habits there would be some sort of statistical significance to their answers.

In non-trash related news, my life is utterly confusing right now. I'm moving by August 15th; I just don't know where. And I just read a book called "Sabbath Creek," which is exactly the kind of book I want to write: it's got baseball, coming-of-age, family relationships, a little racial tension, and surprisingly not really any sex.

Hiatus

I know I've been boring lately. I've got some excuses though. One, I've had company. Two, I've been out of town. Three, it's been raining almost every day. Four, turns out that trash is pretty boring. My big finds of recent times have been a Spiderman band-aid and a Laffy Taffy wrapper (I do like the Laffy Taffy).

I did buy ecologically conscious clothing today, and in the process donated money to the World Wildlife Fund, so I'm still doing my part. And I now have multiple clothes that make my breasts into environmental messages.

In unrelated news, guess who wins in a fight between my dog and a goat? If you guessed the dog, you'd be right. And goats who are getting beaten up make very, very unpleasant sounds, especially when echoing off the walls of a metal building (the sound was echoing, not the goat).

I promise that once Boone stops drowning I will be off to pick up more trash. Right now, however, the sky is gray, it is drizzling, and according to the weather radar, a downpour could start at any moment. So until the skies clear, I'll stick to the occasional piece of litter and promoting cleanliness with my body.