There is a definite sour tang to my kombucha, but it finishes as sweet tea. So no, not there, yet. I need to get some ginger, lemons, sugar, blueberries, and someone convinced me that dried pineapple is worth it, too. I've been saving my bottles for a while, so I have them washed and ready to bottle once the flavor is right.
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@maloki I feel excellent. You?
Maybe the *pop* I felt a couple weeks ago was us moving back into the better alternate universe. This week has been so much better than it has been in years. In spite of the selfish/mean-spirited chatter that is prevalent around here.
Holy shit, Open Diary is back. This is one thing being in contact with my friend has given me. I know this won't impress many people here, since it's a lot different than most social network sites nowadays, but for me, that is where I felt at ease. It's been something like 8 years. And I missed it. I didn't realize until I went there and started posting again.
It's not easy to get a picture of kombucha. I noticed people on youtube had trouble showing the pellicle, too. But the scoby is clean, the pellicle is growing, the liquid is free of visible squigglies, no mold. My apartment is too warm for me today, so it'll probably grow really fast. The air inside the jar is reading just over 80. I'll taste test tomorrow to see how it's coming along.
On day 3 of my kombucha, the culture has bloomed seemingly out of nowhere. And I think it's long enough, and it was not contaminated with raw vinegar. So, in 2 days, I'll start taste-testing to see when I can add fruit and bottle it individually. Also, I can now tell when a company has cheated and added (usually distilled) vinegar and I feel like I've wasted a lot of money on fake crap. Like honey...
I'm glad I can say the things I need to say. I feel foolish for having panicked so badly last night, but since he is slowly on his way out, it feels just as painful.
Well, the post was about the preparations and watching him slowly fade away. He hasn't died, but he's in hospice care. He has some tech accessibility and messaged me back. He's not doing well, though. He wanted to reach out to me and try to tie up our loose end. But it'll sting forever. (I did really think he was my soulmate and it hurt when things got sour.)
So now I think maybe she died? If my response goes to filtered messages in the requests tab, I may not hear from him for a while, if ever. Gah, this sucks.
However, any mentions of her no longer link to any page. And there are vague references to a plot in a cemetery.
Everyone who gave me your kind words, I thank you. But holy fuck, I'm confused now. The urn posted under her name, with just the last name was posted to a group I'm in. But now I can't find it. So while at work, I panicked, thinking I'd been blocked, and I couldn't locate any of their pages. I got home, and noticed I had a message request from him on the 2nd. And he's posting regularly.
I've had to deal with grief that I could claim, but this is grief I have to keep private, since he picked someone else. And I don't know how to do this grief.
But now he's just gone. And I have this tattoo on my finger forever.
When things were at their worst, they were unbearable. And then we had a truce, then friendship, but I was still so insecure and jealous.
On a group about grief, I saw a post from the person he did end up with. And she posted his cremains. And I'm devastated.
But we didn't live in the same region, I had kids, and he needed someone there, all the time. So we didn't last.
I have a tattoo on my finger that I got with someone I once truly believed to be my soulmate. I felt like everything in my life led up to meeting him and marrying him one day. He was the first trans* person, who had accepted and transitioned, I ever had a relationship with, and changed my mind on a lot of issues. He'd done a lot of dirty work on changing himself over the years, and was willing to slog through it with me.
As for my first foray into fermentation, my scoby is making a baby. 48 hours in, and I think I might be free of the $2.50/$3 bottles of kombucha in a week or so.
