And by lobster I mean B. Big Bad Billy Bob. And some of you are like what?!?!? My lobster from the “Friends” episode. My mate for life.
First a brief interlude to the episode –
Our conversation went something like this …
B: Do you want to get up, get dressed and come with me to get the plants for the garden?
Me: No, not really.
B: Yes, you do. Come on.
And we went to Lowe’s (they are less expensive than Fanick’s). Then to Home Depot where they had a better selection. We came home and he asked me to help him plant. He did all the digging and I added fertilizer into the holes. If he had not given me the nudge, I’d still be sitting in one spot in my worry nest feeling all sorry for myself. Now I have a renewed spirit. Sometimes just moving around helps. I need to remember that.
Oh and look here comes the rain. Just in time for our newly planted veggies. Now that’s the sweet stuff.
As always, more to come.
I didn’t fill you guys in on my HRA. I got there early. Duh Captain Obvious, you’re habitually early. I did an online sign in therefore the only paperwork required was the single page signature to disclose my results to Limeade for my points. My appointment was at 7:45 AM CST and by 7:58 AM CST I was done! How’s that for curb side service?
I received 400 of the 500 points. I narrowly made it to 400 because my fasting blood sugar was 104. It took the nurse 3 finger sticks to get enough blood for the tiny tube and she said the machine was likely not calibrated because it kept timing out too quickly. She told me I looked pale, asked if I was dizzy and mentioned I was likely dehydrated. My blood pressure was very low. Well I meditated in my car a good 1/2 hour before going in. Doh!
She opted to re-test on a different machine. And wah-la down to 97. Anything under 100 gets you the 100 points. Though I feel like a cheater. Maybe we should have taken the reading one more time? Done an average or something. Oh well. Moving on.
I did not get the full 500 points because I am obese. My BMI is over the recommended 25 which puts me at risk. In actuality, they took obese off the forms when they got in trouble years ago. We live in a PC world y’all. When the sweet nurse told me she thought BMI should not be a measure of health, I assured her that for me it was. I have no muscle lady. Just look at me. My more than 25 BMI comes from living an almost sedentary lifestyle. My walking regime is new and truth be told since I took three days off during Spring Break, I have not started back in earnest. Only takes two weeks to lose a habit so Monday my walking is back on like Donkey Kong. LOL.
I went to get breakfast at the company cafe afterwards. We have kiosks to order from now which many folks complain about. I did not mind. I made my custom order of an egg white omelet. The cost was 1/2 price healthy choice. I scarfed it down because ya know 12 hours of fasting is enough to make anyone ravenous. Just how the heck will I accomplish IF. If I still even want to try that. We could go back to the days of starving myself. Not good y’all. Very no bueno. I promised here and now that I will not do that ever again.
As always, more to come.
Gritty fiction that reads like real life. Not a sanitized version either. Life’s not fair but we play the cards we’re dealt.
As I read this book, I could not help but think about my niece. She is living an almost most parallel life to the main character in the story. Though she didn’t grow up in San Francisco, she lives there now. She is choosing her life despite all help offered. I admire her bravery. I know what she’s going through is rough. She’s basically an adult orphan. No parents. She’s lost contact with her sibling. It’s really very sad. If you think of what life may have been.
OK back to the book. Heart wrenching stories. Whole different world of a correctional facility. A woman who lost everything but hope through her son. Just know that we go through our lives in alternate universes. The haves and have nots. The fortunate and the unfortunate. There but for the grace of God go I.
I’ve given no spoilers and this is really just a ramble intermixing life that imitates art. It was part of book club and I wouldn’t have likely chose it on my own because I am trying to look for more positive literature. I’m an empath and even in fiction I am deeply affected by this dark realism. It was a hard read … though maybe was a necessary read to know of the world’s evils. I give the book four out of five stars.
As always more to come.
Oooohh now if that title doesn’t grab your attention, I don’t know what will. Linda is changing it up for us. She says and I quote ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!”
First question – Does anybody get physical mail anymore? I for one loath the mess created by paper. Ugh! I am a minimalist. Paper = bad. Trees not yet paper = good. Paper from something besides trees = okay. except those chemicals will likely kill us. I am following the Purple Almond and I saw this – look y’all educational stuff.
And now I can hear you saying WTF is she on about. The she is me. Jilly. Mind and thoughts racing. Playing tricks. Tumbling around here in ye olde noggin.
Okay. take two. What is the subject of the last piece of physical mail we got? Well it was a request for a notarized statement because we are cashing in life insurance. The only reason we had this policy was so Lulu could go summer camp for cheap. A fraternal benefit from her junior rider.
Life insurance … for your children … makes me queasy to think about because no one should lose a child. Horrific. I saw what my dad and my in-law’s went through after losing their respective sons. There is nothing quite like the anguish. I can only imagine and something I’d rather deny. Mortality. I am not too happy with the direction this stream went but again the mind wants what the mind wants.
Maybe I should switch back from online to paper mail?? Then I’d be writing all about gas. Ah just imagine where that would’ve gone.
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