Warning to new or returning blog readers

Since this blog functions a a multi-purpose repository for anything and everything I might write down, it will from time to time contain highly opinionated, personal and deeply charged items which readers may or may not take personally.

For instance, I write down all my dreams, in as accurate detail as I can recollect. Some of these dreams include real life characters who might be friends or relatives. It also functions as a journal, where I make notes of events or impressions of things on a semi-regular basis. Occasionally, I'll include recollections of stories that occurred in the distant past that were somehow brought to my attention, and I will re-tell the story just to pass the time.

In the event that you are reading and stumble across your name, either in a dream journal entry or a real-life event which I chose to write about, just know this: I am just relating what happened because it made an impression on me. The dreams are totally out of my control, so I'll claim innocence of malfeasance on that. I can't choose the programming that my subconscious decides to entertain me with at night. 

As for real life accounts that may differ from your recollection, I can only say that I'm not a journalist. I'm a person writing about things from an obviously subjective viewpoint. I hope to not offend anyone or give reason for upset, but it is likely that eventually, if you read long enough, you will find something to disagree strongly with.

Case in point, my argument with God or the Universe or whatever. You may find it a tad distasteful that I'm so flippant and arbitrary with my critiques of this life and existence in general. My attitude may come off as piss-poor and entitled, lacking gratitude, etc. I hate to break it to you, but that's just me. I'll never join the ranks of pleasantly docile accepters of what is. I'll be shaking my arthritic fist til it's just a skeletal claw.

But if seeing your name in print for some reason makes you feel litigious, please contact me, and I'll scrub all references to your name, replacing it with a fictitious pseudonym. But you'll know and I'll know that it was you I was referring to. At this point, I'm not believing enough people read this or care enough about how my perception of them might be received in these written accounts to merit self-censorship. 

Although technically a public blog, there is not much chance of it getting public attention. My two or three occasional readers have not chimed in and told me to knock it off with the name dropping and personal anecdotes yet.

That's it. I don't have anything to report or recount today. This was just a cautionary word for those who have not yet been unlucky enough to find that they were the subject of one of my entries. My aim is not to offend, embarrass or hurt anyone's feelings, but I'm also not wanting to tip-toe around and self-censor at every turn. You understand...don't you? Ok. Back to laying about and listening to the sound of my sprinklers.

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Ok, I did think of something. Not too spectacular, just another day's small accomplishment. I cooked a pan of low-carb zucchini lasagna. My secret ingredient is carnitas. Instead of ground beef, I use chopped and pan-seared bits of pork in the traditional red sauce. 

Because of my diabetic past, I've gotten accustomed to substituting the zucchini for the lasagna noodles. I have a bumper crop of them this year already, so this was just housekeeping to avoid throwing away vegetables. I can't keep up with them, so I make things with zucchini and freeze them.

Same with my tomato plants. The early girls are producing more than I can eat in salads every day, and I had a backlog. So into the sauce they went. I'll have about nine meals out of this one afternoon's work preparing it. Pretty efficient, really, work to reward ratio-wise.