It’s a gray and dreary day here, weatherwise.
Although when I took out the trash after supper, the stars are shining brightly, and the air is cold and still. But I still can’t muster up enough energy to overcome the blahs of winter. To welcome the blue skies and purple violets of April mean a cold and long duration.
I took time away from the school job to attend appointments so that the little reminder cards would stop coming!
A new lady doctor checked all my girlie parts. She pronounced my condition same as everybody else who looks me over, that I am in good health except for losing weight, even 15 pounds would help, and gaining muscle tone. She says the extra weight will slant everything else towards Negative before much longer. The higher blood pressure is only 4 points from medication.
The doctor was trying to cheer me up, in her soft voice with its nice British accent.
I wanted to ask how somebody who talks like that ended up in a town on the prairie in the USA Mid-West, but she was all professional medical procedures and giving directions to the assistant. And I wanted to ask if the other person was a fully-educated actual nurse, because with her hair falling in her face, and her fake fingernails, and the torn pocket on her scrub top, well, I can just imagine what my own LPN Instructors would be writing on their list of demerits.
The mammogram really needs to be re-invented. Really, some bio-engineer should begin to think outside the squish.
My left lovelie is still hollering with indignation, especially because she had to have a third picture taken.
On the way home, I stopped at W*LLYWorld to get the sides for supper. I already had some ground buffalo meat at the house in the fridge, but needed everything else for burgers. I splurged on a bag of Trail Mix, with dried fruit bits and nuts.
Supper stuff was quite tasty, especially since Husband remembered to grill the onion slices. And all 3 of us were home and eating at the same time, which makes for good togetherness and easier kitchen clean-up.
So instead of staring out the window in the bleak mid-winter, I should be counting my blessings.
If you are wondering why so much time between posts, well, I’m busy with crochet hook and camouflage colors of yarn.
The thing is going to be enough to cover the top of a full-size bed, which is way bigger than I had first thought.
But my son, the cousin of the intended, says the blankie should be enough to cover feet and shoulders of a guy who is 6’2” tall.
I tracked down enough yarn to keep going and going.
The thing has taken on a life of its own, and is the only crochet I want to be doing right now.
And so I am carrying it hither and yon, plus working on it late afternoons while watching JEOPARDY but before cooking supper.
And it’s winter. And there’s not much I will say about it, because if I can’t say anything nice, I shouldn’t say anything at all.
~~love and Huggs, Diane