Food Diary

Breakfast: One chalupa from Taco Bell. One.
Lunch: One seven layer burrito from Taco Bell. Still one.
Snack: 12 oz can of V8, and serving of low cal organic chips.
Dinner: Breakfast buffet- Two sausage links, half serving of spiced potatoes. two slices of pineapple, half cup of bananna strawberry yogurt, two pieces of French Toast with syrup and a slice of bacon.

And I found out the rough distance of my walk from the point I usually get off the bus. 4/5ths of a mile. Gives me a good estimate of where to get off to make it the full mile.

Oh, and when I say serving and half serving, I'm using the method that says a cup is a serving.

Wow

You can really tell when you've moved up a class, just by your neighbors. When Brian and I moved to the world's smallest subdivision, as I like to call our tiny, 8 house "street", we were told about the various houses. To give you an idea of what I mean, all 8 houses sit on a piece of property no bigger than a standard suburban yard. There is just enough space between each house to park one car, and in the case of a couple of neighbors, not even that, because they decided to build a little deck. It's cozy. We were told that most of the people had some degree of money, and in most cases, each two story cottage was some manner of holiday home. We're probably the poorest residents here. We were told that it's really cool, though, because it's a very social group, and since it's hard to contain a party in such a small area, most large parties, like for Christmas, become Clarendon Court block parties. And we discovered it was true. We were welcomed as new faces, invited into the other homes, and even were thanked for being full timers with various permissions given to keep eyes on various properties.

Today was a cake taker though. A neighbor I hadn't even met yet came to knock on the door to offer groceries. His family had come down from Detroit to visit the summer home, and had gone shopping on empty stomachs. They were leaving and had too much food. They offered what they had to me. Still packaged. Perfectly good. And not a little bit of food either. They had a whole head of broccoli, still in the shrinkwrap. A half gallon of milk, unopened. Gatorade, bagels, cream cheese, a vegi platter, slimfast bars, I mean a lot of food. And good food too, not crap like Ramen. I was amazed. I'm glad they didn't just trash it, but it was so not like in the ghetto. in the ghetto, if you go on vacation, and you don't eat all your food, you buy a cooler and take that shit with you. You certainly don't go from house to house, looking for a neighbor at home to just offer them food. It was wild. But a nice wild.