Shake It Up, Baby.

I’m trying to shake things up……again.

I’ve got some gripes with myself. For example, I hate myself for jumping onto Facebook all the time. I like the friend aspect but I am mad at the format which just shows me a few friends then sucks me into reels about cats and such. It shows me a lot of gymnastics too which is better than wrinkle cream and curling irons. Turns out you are what you click on and I am all about back flips and sugar gliders now that I learned to stay away from beauty products and the like. Don’t click – do NOT click or the damn hair products won’t leave you alone.

So I have imposed on myself some new habits I would like to create.

I want to fall asleep earlier and get up earlier.

Yes, we have been down this road before but NEVER GIVE UP is my motto.

Last night I turned off my screens at 9:45 PM. The new me listens to books on tape as I am falling asleep. I have one called Educated by Tara Westover in the cue and I am enjoying it.

But I do get restless so I decided to use a lifeline and call a friend and he sounded drowsy but was kind and tolerant of my loosely-associating bedtime brain as I was expressing some complicated thought about life I’d just discovered.

I wondered how on earth we’ve managed to go from apes grunting at each other to modern day humans watching reels on Facebook and talking about the human condition on our hand-held computers. How?

Then he said he could blow my mind even further and he did. He said: How did we go from apes grunting at each other – to …….bread?

Right?

This did not make me tired enough to fall asleep. It woke me right up and we had at least a fifteen minute exchange about bread and we unpacked the shit out of the whole bread thing.

My first question had to be why eat the little grains? If I was an early human and I looked at a field of wheat I think I would probably think salad, not wheat germ. I would eat the foliage and we wouldn’t be one step closer to bread.

My friend said that we probably watched birds eating the grains and copied them.

When he said this I told him he was a genius and that this was exactly what happened because of course we didn’t just poison ourselves by eating weeds…..we must have let the birds go first and if they survived then we could call it edible. Though I doubt we had the word edible figured out yet.

There was still a lot to explain.

He was stuck on the yeast and feeding the yeast and activating it.

I knew we must have started with crackers that got puffier and puffier until there was bread but I also entertained the idea of the first loaf.

Maybe one day there wasn’t bread and the next day the first loaf appeared.

Did we reverse engineer it or the other way around?

He pointed out that there must be some thesis out there about bread and it’s origins and that kind of killed it because I liked wandering around the topic and using our brains and imagination.

We finally signed off then I woke up this morning earlier than usual thinking about bread so I texted him.

Here’s our texts.

Namaste.