Daily Notes- July 16th. Sunshine, low humidity.

 I've been reading quite a few British books recently.  And this looks like a charming street where a few characters could have lived.  On one of my trips to England and Ireland we drove down street like this. Imagine living one foot step from the road?

I bought and made homemade refrigerator pickles yesterday.  That's the ticket to success.  Bring home the produce and make it up into pickles or a meal- just that quickly.  No waiting around to do it.

My third day of taking 400mg of Magnesium Glycinate to help me sleep since my pulmonary doctor doesn't want me taking Tylenol PM any more as it doesn't play well with my inhaler meds.  I'm sleeping but it feels strange.  I was thinking about that before writing....perhaps it feels strange because I rarely if ever actually have a good sleep. No dreams but then no nightmares either..  My daughter suggested this sleep aid (she uses it it) and she wants me to "give it a chance".  So...yesterday I took the full amount- 400mg and I slept.  I feel rested. Well, more so than usual but I think I can do better in the "rested" department.  Daughter said it took her a few weeks.  So.......a continuing process.

I have transitioned from Oatmeal to Bran Flakes.  Everything with me is a process.  Small steps and then fully into it.  I also made sofrito and pasta.  It's even better than last time.

My daughter saw a quilting hoop on a stand at Goodwill.  Sent photo and asked if I wanted it.  I said no. I do hand quilt and machine quilt things I make- but only small things.  Large bed quilts or even baby gift quilts- never hand quilted.  Usually I send them out and have friends with a long arm or friends like Connie who machine quilt in lovely designs.  I machine quilt but in straight or curved lines- nothing fancy.  If I was going to hand sew- I prefer appliqué.  I have suitable cloth and a project here-nearby.  But I am not ready yet. Small steps. 15 minutes to a half hour on small cloth. It has to do with me doing handwork with the dog nearby.  And him always wanting to see and smell the work. Healing is such hard work.  But work on sleep first. And perhaps some more cooking.  And a short walk to the end of the street and back. Living outside my head.