#24—Meat

The Meat-man is back!! Hallelujah, hallelujah!!

For a whole week the Colony's chef was out in the woods (ostensibly on vacation, though I don't know why you'd go to the woods from the woods, but hey...). So we were left in the very capable (and, evidently vegetarian) hands of his support staff. Now I like tofu as much as the next person. Don't get me wrong. But just not tofu everyday. And, as it turns out, I somehow got myself on the vegetarian lunch list. So while my fellow colonists were living it up on pulled pork sandwiches, I was given tempeh. Yeah. Not so much.

I've met another trouble-maker here named Robert who is as carnivorous as am I. Hallelujah for that. And he drinks Coca-Cola! So I feel healthy in comparison. The two of us had taken to sneaking off the hill and into town for meat. He for a burger, me for fish or really bad, crusty lasagna. It's all very funny, though one of the other colonists said, in response to our objections to the lack of meat, "I like the food." Sigh. I tried to tell her how ornery I can get if fed on a tofu diet, but she sort of looked at me as if I wasn't telling the truth, which, as you know, I was. All of which is to say: I was spending too much time contemplating my diet, which is, I think, counterproductive and one of the reasons they make meals for us. We're not supposed to be thinking about this stuff at all.

So yesterday when this big guy (and by big I mean this dude is like all of 6'5'' and 250lbs of muscle) stepped out of the kitchen, I blurted, "Are you the Meat Man?!!" to which he responded, "Yes, I am. I am the Meat Man. My name is Scott." I swear. That's exactly what he said.

Scott. Scott (she says wistfully). Who woulda thunk the name Scott would sound so lovely. Sigh.

;-)

Y'all all have a grand Thanksgiving. More soon.

My Love,
C

ps--I cut the braids/weave hair out on Monday and to great encouragement. I now suspect that though people did not say it, the hair was really beginning to look like a bird's nest. Either that or this sort punky afro is really the best hair style on the entire planet, so enthusiastic are my artists peers. It's a shame, really. I liked the hair. I may get the hair again. But better hair. Bigger hair. Beyonce hair.