Deep down, I always knew there was a word for it—psychoterratica is the trauma caused by “distance from nature.” Read more here, and then go out and take a walk! You’ll feel better!
Every Day Should Be An Adventure
Deep down, I always knew there was a word for it—psychoterratica is the trauma caused by “distance from nature.” Read more here, and then go out and take a walk! You’ll feel better!
THIS is the stuff that makes me happy! My new passport arrived today—I can’t wait to fill it up!
“Baths, wine and sex ruin our bodies. But what makes life worth living except baths, wine, and sex?”
~Corpus Inscriptionis VI, 15258
I literally love this old Roman quote, but I think ”massage” should have been added to it as well! ?
It took me FOREVER to read book #10 entitled, Salt—A World History. It was incredibly interesting, but it was a deep read with lots and lots of details. It brought up a memory from years ago when my friend Kym and I went on a salt mine tour when we were in Austria. We donned “miner outfits” and slid down a wooden slide into the mine. This tourist experience was mentioned in the book, and it was a lot of fun.
The new book that I’m reading is called, A History of the World in Six Glasses. The author attempts to explain the history of the world through beer, wine, spirits, tea, coffee, and cola. You should read that as—How Alcohol & Caffeine Changed the World!
My brain has just exploded—while reading the chapter about the history of beer, I found out that the history of bread is closely linked. In fact, archeologists argue over which was developed first.
“The two were just different sides of the same coin: Bread was solid beer, and beer was liquid bread.”
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What a great surprise—right before leaving Dulles, Victoria (my co-worker) and I discovered that we were both flying to LaGuardia Airport, and both of us were renting from Enterprise.
Her flight was supposed to land about twenty minutes after mine, but she took off early and my plane sat on the runway for about 15 minutes before taking off.
We met in the Enterprise shuttle and got to chat for about 10 minutes before we both headed off in different directions. We only see each other a few times a year, so it was a nice surprise.
Small world! ?
Being at the salt flats today reminded me that I didn’t post my 10th book. It’s called, “Salt,” and I started reading it on the plane.
Book #8 is a heavy read about World History. It’s interesting, and I’m learning a lot, but like I said…it’s heavy! Here are a few of the topics that I’ve had to digest recently—Ancient Greece and the Birth of Democracy, the Romans, the Birth of Islam, the Golden Age of China, the Vikings, and the rise and decline of the Ottoman Empire (just to name a few of the topics, and in no particular order!)
I decided to duel read Book #8 & #9. With Christmas approaching, I knew that it’s the most Hyggelig time of the year, so yesterday, I curled up with the book, ‘The Little Book of Hygge—Danish Secrets to Happy Living,“ and got my Hygge on!
Pronounced, “Hoo-Ga,” Hygge is at the core of what it means to be Danish. Hygge is the concept of purposely constructing an environment that’s warm and cozy, thus improving personal well-being and happiness.
Europeans as a whole understand and practice this concept, but the Danes take it to a whole new level, as it has slipped into their conscience like the word “freedom” is to Americans. In other words, it’s who they are.
I’ve heard and experienced this concept before, but only in Europe. It’s hard to duplicate it in America because everything is done at such a fast and furious way here—run, run, run, like we’re on overdrive at all times.
Yesterday, I slipped on my warm, fuzzy (old) socks, lit a candle, sipped on hot tea, and toggled between reading book #8 & #9. I took a break mid-afternoon and made a pot of slumgullion stew. As it simmered all afternoon I returned to reading. I was comfortable and cozy—and it felt so good. I didn’t have to race off to finish last minute shopping, nor was I stuck to the kitchen all day. I just relaxed!
I think most of you know that I’m a logophile, which is just a fancy way of saying that I’m a lover of words. Earlier today, I was looking something up online, when I stumbled across a term that I had never heard before—slumgullion. It sounds like an awful word, right? It has three main definitions—
The etymology of the word, doesn’t do it any favors because loosely translated, the meaning of slumgullion is a combination of slime & mud or cesspool. Mark Twain used the term in 1872 when referring to watery coffee. When thinking about a stew, many people think of it as a “throw everything in the refrigerator into a pot” type of dish. Historically speaking, stews have been around for centuries, but the term slumgullion appears to have been coined in the mid-1800’s.
Since it’s a “leftover” sort of dish, most sources say that there isn’t one specific recipe, but agree that it contains meat, vegetables, and potatoes. After searching around, I stumbled across a recipe for slumgullion stew that sounded good…so, guess what I did this afternoon? Yup—the word nerd got cookin’! The name doesn’t hold much appeal, but the stew was quite tasty!
Bon Appétit! —(I wish you) a hearty appetite (French)