Thoughtfulness Costs Nothing, Yet is the Furthest from Cheap

Sometimes I Know No. 16

Latest published notes -

“Life experience is no different than the foods we are encouraged to try as little children. How to know what we will love in flavor, cherish by nutrition, or be adverse to. Do not be afraid of what is on the other side of spice, appearance, texture. We grow with or away from our efforts, in and out of taste.”

“Do not let lust trick you into thinking it is love. Pay attention to the places you are physically in when alignment takes place. Listen to your heart when it feels at home, and follow it when the path is peaceful.”

“Life gets really good when you accept - things and people for who and what they are, and then continue to become yourself.”

“Thoughtfulness costs nothing, yet is the furthest from cheap.”

Recipes since my last newsletter -

Pasta with asparagus, cooked lemon, herbs, pistachios.

Apple pie sundae with roasted peanuts and olive oil.

Tuna patty with herb yogurt and basil oil.

Oatmeal butter cookies with candied ginger.

Muesli bowl with green apple shreds.

Green onion, Manchego, and black pepper loaf.

Macerated strawberries with coconut sugar, and my mom’s chocolate sauce.

Always on the kitchen island -

Paper towel holder, salt dish, pepper grinder, cinnamon, room temperature butter, block cutting board. What we reach for most at every meal, a perfect collection.

Dollar store gold -

I think we have been three weeks now without video games… I have spurts of allowing their Nintendo, and then getting so fed up with the fighting and attitude (when it’s time to put the drug away), that we end up forgetting, doing other things, and going long periods of time without it. Which I prefer. Sometimes in the car if we go to the city I allow the device, but it’s never worth it, even for that. I do not allow YouTube or YouTube Kids at all. It’s garbage and Isaac can spell. I also know they are / have been exposed to explicit content in their other biological parent’s care… so I will protect them from that when they’re with me… even if they hate me for it, now.

Last week on Grandparent’s day at school, Isaac and Maddox picked out journals at the book fair, my mother’s treat. And so, it inspired me to make sure they had proper supplies. I went to the dollar store and bought three pencil pouches (a different color