After making my way far, far away, the happy familiar sites of the home that I loved completely disappeared. The new, strange world beyond is, well, strange.

“Strange” sounds a bit like “stranded” and “strangled” which are part of the experience of being cut off from something you love. I can see allusions to “angst” in that word, as well as “anger” and “rage.” Oddly “rang,” too.

Strange is like a giant bell ringing in ancient times. People were called to worship and adore the god-figure on parade. One stands in fear and trembling. Powerless. You are not exactly “you” in a strange world, are you?? You are strange, too. Anger and angst and rage all included in that new package that is you. Sigh.

Copper didn’t muddle around in contemplation too much. She was a hen of action which is why I admired her so. Even in the face of daunting challenges, like my extra-large husband with a hoe in hand, or terrible storms that cracked the skies and winds that threatened her safe shelters- she was brave. So must I be.

Today though happiness seems a thousand miles away I start by eating. It’s called a “smoothie.” This is how modern people ingest nutrients. It’s sort of like putting the garden in a mixer so you can eat very fast.

I confess, one thing I like about this arrangement is its easy to do as long as there is a functioning global supply chain. I can get nutritious foods from around the world delivered to my door. Plus, I confess, I haven’t worked yet all day long then come home and said: “I feel like cooking dinner!”

When I lived with family we always had women who loved cooking and were great at it. I was like the men, more I think. I liked eating at the feasts, whether I cooked or not was not a huge concern. In light of my isolation and consequent hungriness, I can see why “fast food” is so popular. People don’t have families to sustain them.

Anyhow, I am nutrient rich this morning thanks to my modern sustenance- injection system. So, what’s next?