Day 111: Bug Bite

Several days ago I thought I’d managed to get a very fine cut on the base of my thumb. Then I thought I had a bit of dead skin hanging from it and went to snip it free so the cut wouldn’t widen. It wasn’t a piece of dead skin. It was a swelling. It stung to the touch and I thought it must be an ingrown hair, or very odd, some kind of zit (I’ve never had either on my hand).

A day later it had doubled in size and a poke accidentally burst it. Along with all the nasty that came out was a small brown needle-like thing that might have been a hair, a stinger, or part of a proboscis broken off when some bug took a nibble out of me. The base of my thumb swelled up red, and over the course of the day a vein of redness spread up the length of my arm.

I’ve seen it all taken care of and all that’s left now is a red, waxy pucker at the original bite-site. As gross as this whole process has been it’s also been somewhat fascinating. What exactly was going on inside my body? What bit me? What was left behind? How did my immune system respond?

Whatever the case, I’m pretty sure whatever but me is dead now. Hope I tasted good, you creepy little jerk.

Bug Bite

Day 136: Watered Down Coffee

Two bad batches of coffee this morning. My bride and I are, naturally, devastated.

Watered Down Coffee

Day 135: The Smell of Salt

Wrote this yesterday at a wonderful little place on the beach called The Tipsy Turtle. Wonderful food and ambiance, plus the ocean is right there. My new schedule is agreeing with me and is helping me to slow down and focus on some of the more important things, such as the many ways my life has been blessed.

Roman soldiers used to be paid in salt. The Bible refers to Christians as “the salt of the earth.” There is a definite luxury to the mineral and a history of worth.

The Smell of Salt

Day 64: Taste is a Song With No Words

Had a piece of key lime pie today. Got me thinking about the power and unity of taste. The ingredients we bring together from all around the world to make a meal and the way we all come together for a meal…just food for thought.

Taste is a Song With No Words

Day 26: Ode to the Tongue

Some very sweet coworkers insisted that I have some of their delicious food during our break. I’ve never had a healthy, Iranian cake before. Delicious! And it got me thinking about the underrated sense of taste and under appreciated muscle responsible for it. Truly remarkable when you consider how much the song does for us.

Ode to the Tongue

Day 21: Hole in the Wall

Yesterday my bride and I went on a lunch date and struck gold at a tiny place called Happy Coffee House that serves a seriously mean Cuban coffee and high quality Cambodian food. It’s a “blink and you’ll miss it” place and your life is a little less rich for having missed it. Look it up if you’re ever in Galveston, Texas.

This successful discover comes right in the heels of another. It is our goal to discover all of the hidden gems near us and so far we’re on a roll! This poem is an ode to those small, out of the way restaurants that are beyond rewarding for those willing to give them a try.

Hole in the Wall