In winter life reduces to Black and White. There is no color. And with shorter days- by 3 pm well, stick a fork in it...the day is done.
I am making G another in an endless round of chicken soups. What shall I make myself? There are a number of bags of dry things in the pantry--one of black eyed peas and a number of different grains--- and always onions, celery and carrots. With that trio of veggies--soup is always possible.
I would usually make lentil soup. But I think, now, that it doesn't agree with me. The split pea gave me acid reflux. I don't have any cabbage or potato for a vegetable soup.
I liked the acupuncture. One of the needles tingled when it went in--an area in need of work. I didn't like the music. But then my friend who goes often said she didn't like it either. But it was very warm. I think with better music I may have been able to relax more and even fall asleep. She asked about my very cold hands and feet. I replied honestly. I was born with cold hands and feet and its still that way. My mother made it seem like I had cold hands and feet as a baby to make her life difficult. Or make her feel incapable of keeping a baby warm. It was always my fault. Heavy burden for an infant to carry. I would have just pulled the sleeve of whatever baby was wearing over her hands.
All through the month of January there is community acupuncture at this practice. From 4 to 7. And it's $10. So, I think I will be going back for the remaining two Mondays in January. I feel less restless. More at peace with myself. A good thing. Even with ice cold hands.
I was wondering if you liked the acupuncture. I did a round years ago and enjoyed it. I don't remember that they played any music, but did find it boring sitting in the waiting room with a hand full of needles. I should do it again for my anxieties and high blood pressure.
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