I guess I lost my head a little about getting my bike stolen. After all, what are material things, when you are in possession of excellent health. I won't pretend I didn't go through a phase of wanting to hunt down the perpetrators and cut their throats, or at least staking them down in the desert while ants eat them. But I think that is a natural part of grieving for one's possesions. One's beautiful lost possessions.

Oh well.

Mostly what I have been doing is running around with the car lately. I had let some errands pile up, so it felt like all I was doing was driving around, which I can't claim to enjoy. I had to return a shirt, then go buy some antifreeze, return some books to the library etc. The usual ways in which we pass our precious lifetime, just filled with mundane but neccessary crap.

But I have been doing some important life work. I'm talking, of course, about my Lima Bean Project. I had some dry Lima beans in the closet, that are probably, conservatively, ten years old. So I decided it was time to eat them. I have never really had great luck with dry beans, but I thought it is better than the canned kind, and surely better than frozen. So I dutifully soaked them overnight, changed the water, boiled them for an hour, then let them sit for four hours. And of course, they were hard as rocks. So then I boiled them for another three hours. And they really started to soften. In fact, they ones on the top were pretty good, though they were meally. The bottom ones turned to mush. Unfortunately it was late enough at night by the time this process was done that I had no interest in eating them anymore. But like I said, boiling beans has never been my strong point.