Duct Tape And Warts

I decided to give the duct tape thing a try for plantar warts, not having much success with medications or freeze off methods. I thought I’ll just start using the duct tape while I’m waiting to be able to get some of the essential oils that are recommended. But within the first day, there was noticeable improvement, and within days, the warts were gone with only holes left. I’m keeping the duct tape on until the holes and calluses are gone too, just to be sure, but I’m really impressed. I wonder why it works.

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Girl At War

A couple of weeks ago I read the novelĀ Girl at War by Sara Novic, and it made me realize that I was wrong about the Holocaust. It was not uniquely chilling as I thought. Only the scale of it perhaps. When I got to the description of Ana’s parents being killed, the prisoners standing around a pit and being shot one by one by soldiers so that they fell into their own grave, and they knew what was happening, I thought to myself that it was exactly the same. I could have been reading a description of something that happened in the Holocaust. Only the time and the people involved were different. This wasn’t that long ago, within my lifetime, so does that mean this is just part of human nature?

I almost didn’t finish reading the book that scene was so horrific to me, but it was a good book, and these sort of things deserve to be read and remembered, so I continued. That was actually the worst scene in the book. It wasn’t really about the horrors of war; it was about how you go on living after.

What strikes me the most is how ordinary their lives were. I feel like most Americans think things like that happen in foreign, far off places, that are inherently more dangerous, but they were living ordinary lives, so much like our own. There may have been small indications that things were going wrong, but how could anyone imagine?

Also, it’s not some foreign threat. It’s your own people who turn on you, who decide that you are the wrong ethnicity, or race, or religion, that you are no longer one of them, that you need to be exterminated.

And yet, as the book shows, somehow the survivors go on living. This is the world we live in.

Fresh Lima Beans… Wow!

Last week we picked the lima beans from the garden. I had never eaten fresh lima beans before. I hear them mentioned online in relation to farmer’s markets, but I’ve never seen them at the farmer’s markets either. Anyway, we brought them back in the watering can. Baby tried to eat them (she’s teething) and I made a valiant effort to keep her from doing so. (Raw lima beans are not good to eat!).

I shelled them, and boiled them. Then I cooked them with fried onion, a sliced plum tomato, and some basil and Parmesan cheese. Baby and I ate them. Wow, were they delicious. I’m definitely planning on planting more next year!