I am ginger this week. Sometimes I am enhancing, helping to blend the flavors of others around me. Often, however, it appears I'm sharp and too strong to be near.
I am sure part of the ginger feeling is the physical crap a body goes through. The headaches, blurred vision, the aching jaw, and spine. Part if it is probably the weather. It is hotter than hollerin hell (a line from a great book about the Tillamook Burn). It is hard to suck it up to be the beneficial flavor.
I laughed a bit tonight. The Craftsman and I, I thought, were going to spend the night together doing something. I must have misunderstood him. I made dinner, cleaned up the kitchen, clipped spent flower blossoms, watered, and asked for help with getting bb's out of the pond. Yet, it appeared I was 'off'. I know I have been quiet, but he was watching TV and doing chores of his own. He asked how I was and I told him I was fine and I hoped I hadn't impeded his evening with any sort of inconveniences from me. He said it was part of being married.
I'd rather find enjoyment than be an inconvenience! Although, ginger isn't the easiest sort of flavor to be wed to.