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Meat

It’s been just over 15 years since I stopped eating meat: beef, chicken, fish, etc.. Eggs are okay though, they are a product that a chicken will produce without the egg being fertile. I was working at a Summer camp when it happened. This Summer camp would have been self-sufficient if it could be. We had several organic farms, as well as farm animals: chickens (layers and broilers), goats, sheep, and milk cows. We would harvest everything from the gardens, and towards the end of the Summer we would slaughter the broilers for a big end-of-Summer feast. I did that once, killed, de-feathered, and cleaned the chicken. It was a good thing to do, especially since I had eaten so many nameless chickens prior to this one. This one summer one we had a beef cow. Well, I guess we had a beef cow for several years, but this year we had it slaughtered and were using it in dishes. That was a little too much for me, so I switched to being a vegetarian. Thankfully they had great veggie dishes at the camp, so I was not searching for food to eat. 

These 15 years have been pretty good. I have made a couple mistakes and eaten meat, but those were not my fault. The items I listed did not say that they had little bits of meat in them.  My vegetarian cooking has gotten much better, and the amount of restaurants that serve vegetarian food has been steadily growing. 

Lately I have been questioning all of this. I don’t know if it is my bodies way of saying that I need to eat meat, or if it is the coking shows that I sometimes watch. I think that part of it might be that I am living in Texas, and Texas likes it meat. The restaurants here are for the most part, meat-based ones. Going out to eat here is difficult for me. So many places that are recommended are meat-based. I would like at least one real vegetarian option that is not mushrooms or eggplant (which I can not stand, it’s a texture thing), or a salad. There is so much more to cooking without meat than many people know. Even when I go home my Mom still says that she doesn’t know what to cook for me. The weird thing about that is that we were never a big meat-eating family. She is a wonderful cook, and has made tons of things without meat in them. I think people hear ‘vegetarian’ and freak out a little, thinking we will be picky not be able to eat anything…

I think I have veered off of my original thought, it being that I wonder if I should start eating meat again. I think I will wait until my time here in Texas is over, only a couple more months now, and I will make a decision when I am in a place that has good options for me. I don’t want my local to change me, I want to change for myself.

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Mad I tell you

I am going crazy. I am going crazy in Texas. I am ready for this year to be over. I am ready to move on and say goodbye to this land. I have enjoyed the novelty of this place. I have explored and adventured. I have given it a good run, but I am done. I am ready to pack up my things and hit the road.

The next place should be better, but I don’t know where it is yet, so all I can do is hope that it will be. I hope that it will have friends. I hope that it will be fun. I hope that it will have more likeminded people. I hope it isn’t like Texas. This area of Texas is flat, and hot, and though parts are green, it has a brownish tone to it.

I long for the day when I can go on a snowboard trip again, it has been many years since I have been on a mountain. I keep moving my snowboards around, and I keep moving to flatter places that get less and less snow. I miss the snow, I miss a real Winter.

I also want to be able to climb a mountain, something tall, and green, and lush. A mountain that makes my legs hurt, that makes me sweat like crazy as I climb it, only to get to the top and need a jacket. I want to go above the tree line, I want to bound over rocks looking for the geological marker that is hidden atop that grand mountain.

And kayaking, I want to cool off in a nice cold river on a hot Summer day. I want a river that has some actual current to it, and some drops, and rapids that are not man-made. I want to feel secluded on the river, looking for wildlife and enjoying the vegetation. I want to hear the noise of a rapid coming up, and feel the thrill of going through that rapid. I want to get out of that river and enjoy a wonderful day with some friends and a beer.

I would love to have all three of those within reach of my home, but right now I do not. I have flat lands, and heat, and sand. It is perfect for biking, and biking I have been doing, but I long for more. I long for someone to go on long, fast bike rides with, over hills and on trails.

I really hope that the next year brings me some of those things, because if it does not I will go mad. Mad I tell you.

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No check in the mail today, hopefully tomorrow. It’s just about time to hit the pavement looking for a part-time gig somewhere.

I have a feeling that Texas will be the death of me.

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This is too fucking cold for Texas.

This apartment is like a damn sieve. Every window and door to the outside is drafty. The plastic on the windows continues to come off the frame, thus creating more drafts. The heater I have in this room with me is running at 11 and still wont heat up the room. My hands are cold, my fingers are colder, and my feet are frozen. I bet these walls don’t have any insulation in them. Thank goodness the rent is cheap, but now I see why.