Yesterday I had apple and pears for breakfast because the bowl of pre-soaked oats did not seem to say, "Eat me." The apple, as usual, went brown because I procrastinated or multi-tasked and the sad apple got me thinking about oxidation. Did the flesh go brown because of the infra-red? Hardly, it is like winter again outside and just as cold inside. So that leaves ultra violet, or light as it actually is. That is questionable as the cause too because of the lack of real light and I have not heard of fluorescents causing oxidation. Hmm. Maybe as it is one of those daylight thingies it does give off ultra violet because I don’t think ’he who knows all’ would dig deep enough to fork out compeetoes for such a frivolity.
Well then because the only thing that seems available this morning is oxygen that would seem to be the answer and explains why it is called oxidation too. Ah well, it is nice to know that just living and breathing is and ageing process and it has nothing to do with my rubbish diet
I just had a look in the dictionary and it seems too that there is no such word as ’ultra violet-isation even though it sounds a warm a friendly expression to describe the negative effect of ageing on an organism due to daylight contact.
Back to the air that we breathe and that is all it seems to be good for so the lungs must be adapted not to oxidise under the influence of internal oxification. Oh, here we go again, there is no such word, yet we can say toxification - no we cannot it seems yet another ending that causes spell check to call it into question. My screed is currently so reddily underlined that my English language teacher, who is probably pushing up daisy as we speak, would be rolling her grave!
It sometimes come to me by accident, the origins of words that is to say. Intoxification obviously is short for Internal Toxification, not that that seems to be a word either and this is why English is a pain. Ah well, what a drag. I had better carry on breathing and count to ten. Why? Well, having left my soaked oats on the work surface I dashed out to visit a long lost neighbour. We caught up with two years worth of news so that included, brain surgery, book and India. Also the isoterics because we both do healing and her crystals have the most amazing energies.
Having decided that my time had not come following the appointment with the drill and saw man, neurosurgeon that is, my neighbour said that there must be more for me to do on the planet. I guess so but not perhaps writing another book. She kindly bought one and looked at the dedications part because it was to my spirit sister who had many problems, still does, which inspired many character. When she got to the best bit, my neighbour laughed. I will show you one day. Anyway, she has the squirrel and the fox in her garden but not the badgers. Oh, I have lost the plot.
After spending so long catching up she remembered that there was an appointment she had to keep so we said our farewells and I ran back home because it was pouring. I walked into the kitchen to get some lunch and thought I could have my soaked oats. I had a huge shock when I looked into the fridge because there was my bowl of oats all right but sitting quite happily in the middle of it was the tub of coleslaw. Well, I was cross enough about that but it got worse. As I lifted both out of the fridge it had to spill on the floor, didn’t it. This meant I had to wash the floor and by this time and had completely lost count and was glad that I had not held my breath.
