Have you seen my mojo?

I’ve been waiting to be inspired by something joyful before posting again, but there’s not a lot of joy in Mudville these days. We are both healing well and have forged an even stronger bond through all this personal trauma, but recovery is a slow uphill journey.

I lost my mojo. If you see it anywhere, let me know.

At first I thought, well, if I can’t say anything funny or happy just say nothing, but then I felt bad for giving you the silent treatment. I started to write a post explaining that I was not going to write for who knows how long, but it sounded so pathetic. So, here I am.

In addition to my broken arm, I got doomscroll wrist from reading the news on my phone. I had to quit doing that, and my wrist is much better. I bought a cool little tool that solves the problem. It’s also very handy for watching TV on my Kindle in bed.

It would be impossible to itemize the list of all things horrible going on out there, so I will instead share one observation. What Cesar Chavez has been accused of is vile, but I’ve been sort of surprised by how quickly he’s being erased.

Too bad that doesn’t apply to other men of ill repute.

For example, the president of the United States has actually been found guilty of sexual misconduct, and he gets a pass? Nobody is in a rush to scrub his criminal carcass off the windshield of life.

I think I’ve read one book since Dale fell, and then it was hard to hold a book after I broke my arm. I’m proud to say I just finished another Maisie Dobbs novel, and it felt great to read again. She’s a psychologist and investigator in England following the first world war.

Now that I’m back in the saddle, I will mosey on over to the library and stock up on new reading. Probably not tomorrow, though, as I am committed to making beef stew. I usually like to save that for a cold rainy day, but we seem to be experiencing early summer. I’m making it anyway. If my starter behaves, I will also bake a loaf of sourdough bread to go with.

I’m starting to call 2026 year of cheese. It’s like we can’t get enough. And at this point, I don’t care. My arm must have been a little shaky on this blurry picture, but I made turkey enchiladas from the breast we froze at Thanksgiving. I actually made two pans this size, so we got some nice freezer food.

Then, of course, El Rey de Pizza produced another spectacular monument to deliciousness. This one was topped with whole milk mozzarella, pepperoni, hot Italian sausage, pickled jalapeños and green olives.

But life is not all cheese. My neighbor gave me a huge bag of lemons from her tree. I juiced them yesterday along with fresh ginger – prepping the lemons was a little hard on the arm, but I was careful and Dale helped some. I added simple syrup and froze quite a few six-ounce bottles of tasty lemon-ginger juice.

So, even though my arm still has a ways to go, we are able to cook, and that’s a great thing. We’ve been pretty hard on the cookies, too, so there more work to be done.

14 thoughts on “Have you seen my mojo?”

  1. I went to the Flippy Original Tablet Pillow just like you wanted me to and THERE! It screamed “For Elderly.” Thanks a bunch. We’re going to stick with falling asleep with it on or near our laps and count on the Auto/Sleep feature to turn it off before morning. GOOD NIGHT!

  3. I’m generally the same as you, but I gave in and had a whine. I meant to write something about the whole Chinese new year, solar eclipse and new moon all coinciding which I’d poo-pooed, as perhaps having some significance, but a whine slipped out of which I am not proud. Maybe my friends who counsel “drink more wine!” are right.

    I cannot believe you are literally making lemonade while life goes to shit. OK a downright healthy version, but still – impressive. The food – as ever – looks downright yummy.

    1. I had to laugh about the lemonaid. I seriously did not make the connection, but you did, so thank you.

  4. It’s been a year, oh wait!! It’s only March!!! I hear you.Feeling truly inspired is a true stretch these days.My own creativity is lagging.My shoulders are quite sore.. from water aerobics.Try to keep the hips (hip surgery last year) in good shape and get fit and so then another body part hurts..what’s up with that ..??

    Love the food photos. Eating well is a great hobby!

    Thanks for sharing even when you feel you are not at your best..we are all in he same boat as we navigate these times.I do my daily routines,meditate,pray,walk.. but the new sis daunting…

    Reading fun blogs is a respite!! Oh, glad to hear you are both on the mend..that is some bad luck , getting injured at the same time. ugh!!!!!

    1. I think all we can do is just keep going. It’s so hard to believe we are in the mess we’re in. And you are right about the body parts switching around. I’ve had dry/itchy eyes for a couple of years, and it completely stopped when we had our accidents. Now that I am getting better, it’s coming back.

      1. Is this like having sex when you have a headache? It doesn’t make the headache go away but you just stop thinking about it for awhile!

  5. Understand how you might feel like taking a long break sometimes, but hope you don’t stop writing as I and I’m sure others also, do enjoy hearing your thoughts and point of view.

    1. Thank you. I’m not quitting, but I need to get out of this funk. For both our sake’s.

  6. The sermon at our church today was Joy is the Secret of Resistance. Joy is what scares them. Joy is a bit hard to find, but I’m trying. It’s so hard to stop scrolling, though. I’m not sure how to stay informed yet not get down about the mess. Maybe just look for joy in the small things like looking at that pizza. I think I’d get a lot of joy from eating a slice of that!

    1. Joy is hard to come by here as well. But food still manages to do the trick.

      It is hard to find the boundary between being informed and going down into the weeds.

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