And I had a fantastic day. I bought a big triple chocolate cake for my fellow employees and someone sweet tied a birthday balloon to my locker. My face got tired because of all the smiling.
G and our daughter took me to a Mexican restaurant for a margarita and nachos. Just what I wanted. We got there just as traffic was getting heavy and when we left people were on the sidewalk with little timers--waiting. Just right.
On the way home my daughter and I thought about which of the 12 places we've lived-- that we still think about. I mentioned one house (#11) that I still visit in my memory and walk through the rooms. My daughter says the people who live there now must think the place is haunted.
It was a nice thing to do.
So, I had a very nice birthday. G bought me a peach and raspberry pie because he thought a pie was better for my diet than a cake. Guys!!!
Monday, September 15, 2014
Forty Six Years. And people who know us said we'd kill each other sooner rather than later. Well, we're both still alive and we had dinner together this evening.
Life is such a surprise. You think you are heading somewhere and then, 46 years later, you realize you went somewhere else (entirely) and...... it turned out to be better than anything you ever thought would happen. Even the bad parts you never thought you would live through--- well, they led you to the good parts, eventually. And would we have appreciated the good things if we hadn't suffered the bad things? I think not. I miss the people (friends) we left behind or lost completely by moving 12 times. I would have liked to have had them with me for the entire lifetime. I would have liked sitting down with them in another 20 years to tell stories and be reminded of the (our) past.
But I have you. We haven't (all) been together for years and years, but some of you have been along since the 1980's (Marianne), and earlier (my children), but as long as there is Blogger I will be writing and sharing with you. Telling stories. Sharing memories. Laughing. Crying. Etc.
And who would have imagined that back in 1968?
Saturday, September 13, 2014
My PT has ended and my knee and hip pain return. It's not that the PT was doing anything I could notice. And I did wear a new pair of shoes to work two days in a row. And I have been joining the dog on his morning walks (on uneven forest paths). Add it all together and it's not surprising that I would be having trouble. I tend to think of this blog as a journal of sorts so I will write this to remind myself.
I have a the link to the 10x10 art show. There are over 100 entries and mine will be way at the end in the S's. The sale itself will occur on September 26th. I am wondering at the way I trimmed my pieces. Leaving more space on the right than the left. Oh, and if you click on the images, they appear in another window, much large and clearer. In the one I can see that there was some additional texture in the painted background fabric to add interest. Perhaps that was why? I just don't know. Next year I may do pastels or just go ahead and paint. I do know how to paint.
The mums and asters are coming in by the cartful as people switch out their annuals for fall mums. The hay and straw bales are piled up. Could pumpkins and Halloween be far away??? Christmas hasn't arrived at my workplace yet, but I see it everywhere else.
The September full (super) moon brought freezing temps to the north western part of Maine. I have already started wearing a sweater and socks-- not everyday, but some of them. Today, my day off it's cold, I intend to go foraging in the garden for tomatoes and peppers (I think the peppers are done) and pull the red onions. G was grilling a steak a few days ago and I had him throw a few peppers and the remainder of of oriental eggplant (long thin) on the grill to char. I had the peppers and eggplant in an omelet for supper.
When did we stop eating meals together? When I stopped eating what could be called "a meal".
I am trying to continue drinking the cucumber slices, lemon and mint water but it has NEVER tasted as good as the first batch. Not cucumber-y enough. That first cucumber must have been the best one I owned. I was compelled to drink more and more water with the first batch. Now I am forcing myself to drink.
I cleaned out the "new" fridge's freezer in anticipation of the loaner fridge going back to Loew's. Got rid of things that had been in there over a year. Last summer's blueberries. I don't have space for this summer's blueberries so I am making blueberry jam with most of the berries I froze. G thinks he might eat it. (might) My figs haven't ripened and the cooler weather isn't helping. I might suggest dragging the tree and pot into the sunporch. But we might lose the figs while dragging the very heavy pot into the house. I also have more tomatoes to deal with and I have to decide whether I am planting garlic this fall. I don't use much garlic. I think it makes people stink.
I have two zucchini which I will be making into fritters. The last of them. And I will be slicing cucumbers for the very last of the cucumber and sour cream salads. I think we have enough of everything to make one final caprese salad with tomatoes, mozzarella and toasted baguette. A very busy day in the kitchen. Saturday ends up being an all day cooking day. Some sort of pasta ends up being our evening meal, depending on what I have from the garden that needs using up--pronto.
And then I need to start closing down the garden. I still have green beans and October raspberries to look forward to (sans yellow jackets) and the B. sprouts but the rest needs pulling and carting to the compost bin. Too soon the garden will be covered in snow.
The diet has stalled once again. My clothes are looser. I am calling it a "win".
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
Even as I select photos for the top of each post. I think the image I selected has hanging light fixtures I am fond of right now. I wonder where one finds them?
One...I have to clean up my reading list in the sidebar. Not what I am interested in right now.
My interests seem to fade. I really like something and then over time, while I am not paying attention, I find I really don't care anymore for that "thing". I liked kale for awhile but now that it is growing in my garden, I couldn't care less.
Two...I think I am at the point where I need to decide if I want to keep working full time, go to part time, stop, or find a new job. I absolutely love my job when I am busy helping customers. But we don't have as many customers. And that's the rub.
Three... I followed a co worker's instruction for a Detox drink. Water, sliced cucumbers, lemons and mint. Drinking water isn't something I take to easily. But this stuff is easy to drink for some reason. I have had 64 ounces a day for two days now. Dropped 1.5 pounds. Of bloat. As a rule I don't follow "fads" so this is not typical of my behavior. And I am amazed that I can drink so much of this, so easily. The many, many trips to the restroom-- well, it keeps me busy at work. (smile)
Four...Dieting isn't for sissies. It's difficult and unendingly disappointing. Sure there are high spots but they are few and far between. Hard fought for as well. I have finally after 8 weeks made it to a 12 pound loss (the last 2 pounds due completely to the detox water). This is good. But for the sacrifices I am making (not being able to eat any delicious food), it doesn't seem like "enough". I would be a terrible member of AA.
Five...The September Full Moon brought temps of 57 to Maine and freezing temps to part of north western Maine. The garden season is coming to a "full stop" I think. I have a counter full of peppers turning red. The tomatoes I picked aren't ripening as I had hoped. I have lots of carrots to pull.
I am not ready for cooler weather yet. I am not ready to pull on a wool sweater and to never be without heavy socks. I am just "not ready".
Six... My birthday is in ten days. I was chatting with two doctors (customers) buying aloe plants. They said 1 teaspoon of aloe sap (the goo) a day fights any bad cells in your body (cancer) and helps you live longer, healthier. I mentioned my birthday and my hope of reaching 100 years. We did the math and I have 32 more years if I live to be 100. One of the doctors said I looked very good for my present age--and to "keep up the good work". The only thing I could think he noticed was my sparkly eyes and interest in his aloe info. He slips the daily teaspoon of aloe into a smoothie as the stuff is very bitter and terrible tasting. He lost me at "smoothie".
Seven....I am roasting red peppers today, grilling the bag of thin oriental eggplant (before they rot) and making yet another batch of zucchini fritters. Still trying to get it to taste like it did the very first time. I have enough zucchini in the fridge for two batches of fritters. Then I will have to move on to another vegetable. A winter fritter.
Eight... I wore "real shoes" to work yesterday. Mainly because I could tie them yesterday (let's be honest here). My feet and ankles (and frequently my knee) have been swollen since May. And now, finally, my feet are less puffy. The shoes less tight. The ankles are still cankles. The shoes are sort of a cross between walking shoes and shoes. I think you could walk in them but not hiking or power walking. They are too lightweight. Supportive but I can feel the stones in the walkways at work. Street walking shoes. (now I have made myself laugh).
Nine....G is wanting to "go out to eat" today. I am trying to think of where we could go with something "good to eat" for me. Going to a restaurant and getting a salad, isn't good enough. Going to a Mexican restaurant last time and getting a piece of grilled chicken and steamed broccoli--terribly sad. I would rather just not go and skip the disappointment and sadness.
Ten...My last PT appointment is later this afternoon. Not much has changed or improved. I enjoyed the visits and the exercises but my symptoms are exactly as they were before we began. I still have difficulty going up stairs (down is good). My knee still hurts occasionally. I am still having trouble getting up off the couch (knees) and walking after sitting for any period of time. I have to constantly remind myself to stand straight (upright) as it is more comfortable to tip forward. The "old people's way of walking". I may put the peppers in to roast and put on my real walking shoes and go for a walk. 30 minutes or more. Make a habit of it.
Here I go.