The Tibetan monk

I have been playing around with a raw diet. Kind of an interesting way to go I suppose, tough when my mother was one of the greatest cooks of all time. But...... I can not cook like her! Albeit I am a good cook just not in her category!!!! Must admit I feel better eating the raw diet almost immediately. I had a head ache that surprised me at for the first two days, from lack of coffee. So I had some, it helped and now I am weaning myself down. I miss the thought of coffee and my morning ritual but other than that not much. Yes it is surprising how well I feel, and  then yesterday was a party for the kids birthday, cake and ice cream, hot dogs etc. I ate lightly but still felt the poison in my system. It is rough to be a large cattle ranchers wife and want to go raw vegetarian with an organic twist. nuf said
It is so beautiful outside I can't settle my mind to the drudgery at hand. I don't feel like much of a wife or mother this morning. More like a dieting artist who wants a boat, and a bike ride. I had a strange dream last night that I was sexual with a tough old cowboy type man who was also a famous rocket engineer and  was dieing of cancer! Whoa.
Well I wonder what advances this week will bring? Hopefully it will bring a completed bank loan, things can be so frustrating for me of little patience or faith. Na  I have tons of faith. That's something I am trying to figure out at the moment,  how to label myself in a religious way. I am not solely an evolutionist, nor am I a covert or a disbeliever, nor am I a believer in any religion that I know of and yet.....I am open to the idea that I do not know. Not only am I open to it, I embrace the fact. I am not meant to know. I have very little education when it comes to religion, a smattering I suppose. So I tend to listen and agree politely. Last week I met a Tibetan monk and have invited him to dinner here at the house, he was completely charming. I am a collector you see. A collector of dinner party guests that are from all walks of life and prove to be interesting to me and my family. Strange habit that I picked up from my parents. Evenings spent with bank robbers and Senators, last summer I had a judge to breakfast who was wonderful. Not to make this sound crude, its more that I believe in being aristocratic.  There has been  murder's to angels at ou table but they were all intelligent, or somehow fascinating to behold. I can remember my father bringing home an old colored man in 1963, who was about eighty years old. It was in the dead of winter and the salvation army was closed for the week end, he was under dressed and going to wait on the sidewalk for some thing to eat for the next three or four days. He was scared. I was a baby child and sat on his lap for three days. When he left he had food, money and warm clothes. There was a man last summer an old character, he was a hoot. His sons and he were traveling with a flat bed truck on which they carried their milking cow!! No lie, they would stop and unload her let her graze, and milk her twice a day. That way they always had sustenance to eat and or sell. He took himself very seriously in a fun way. Ah me in my half Gypsy half Irish and half cultured ways...)) I feel that it is living life in a full and growing way rather than being so ridged as most people are. And yet I too play it safe. There are many I would not care to dine with.
For now the dish's beds floors and breakfasts await!