Getting shit done, People!
I mean, kinda.
I’m purging my house. I’m trying to get rid of anything that brings me sadness or seems useless.
I finally went through the cabinets with the remaining supplements that Lynn had hoarded. I can’t look at them anymore. It makes me angry at that entire industry and at her naturalist doctor and at the idea that they could’ve helped. They didn’t. They didn’t save her. She was really sick.
That’s what all those bottles mean to me. I don’t think she ever felt well and self-medicating with supplements is fine for minor stuff but I can't help but feel if she had had a relationship with a regular doctor she could’ve, at the very least, had a bit more life.
I threw them away. I’m throwing away a lot of the stuff that collects in medicine cabinets, pantry cabinets, drawers. Some of it has been around for decades I think. I have been dragging dumb little things around for years. It just takes me a very long time to realize that they are meaningless.
It’s all becoming meaningless except for some books, artwork, music and strong artifacts of my past that keep me anchored when I see them.
I’ve gotten back into the habit of running a personal test kitchen for my own consumption just so I can eat healthier. Last week, I worked on mastering roast chicken, tahini sauce, baba ganoush, French carrot salad, roasted cauliflower and bone broth. It all came out well. I feel healthy just writing about it.
The rumble in my right ear is being treated with Flonase, Zyrtec and steroids. I’m listening to Archie Shepp as I write this and the rattling in my ear responding to his improvisational playing is adding another instrument that I have no control over. Exciting. Annoying jazz ear. Please don’t DM me about tumors. I’m on top of it. I am under a doctor's care. One who will take my calls.
Today I talk to Jane Goodall about hope and apes and people. It was an honor to talk to her. On Thursday I talk to David Chang about food and depression and anger and trying to accept joy and self. GREAT talks!
Enjoy!
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Love,
Maron
Purging.
