06 March 2009

Middle of the night, message from D.W. blooped my BlackBerry: "The Morning Glory seeds were no good. LOL. They're all treated with chemicals now so they can't be used. We checked everywhere. Even Home Depot and Lowe's. Some of them are even treated with mercury to prevent them from spoiling. But, we'll find something. Sit tight. Talk soon"

OK, so we knew the Morning Glory seeds weren't going to cut it. At least, not for tonight. But we still had the nutmeg from the health food store on 3rd. A few tablespoons of that and we'd be right as rain, out like lights, asleep for days in an opium haze, crawling to our clean beds with fresh white linens and a cool breeze like pins and needles on our knees. We were awaitin' intense sedation. I had chills and they were multiplyin'.

She started talking with her eyes closed in a cute middle of the night rasp, I had no idea she was even awake, listening to me texting with D.W. "...nutmeg was a very important trade item in the 16th century. It was a precious commodity due to the enormous medicinal properties of its seeds." She had to be kidding me. Who talks like that at 3 A.M.?

I'd heard about slaves on the ships bringing nutmeg to Europe got in trouble for eating part of the cargo. But who could blame them? They knew that a few big kernels of nutmeg would bring them a pleasant, euphoric feeling, and relieved their weariness and pain. It was worth the risk.

She rolled over, "Nutmeg was even used when your boy King Charles the second almost died of a brain clot. His death a few days later did nothing to detract from its useful reputation. Rumor spread through London that nutmeg could act as a cheap abortion pill. The girls who procured abortions from nutmeg were called "nutmeg ladies."

That's the last thing I remember. I must have blacked out. I woke up to D.W. pounding on the back door and Catfinder barking up a storm.

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