April 23 #WeekendCoffeeShare: A Wet, Rainy Weekend

Thank you for stopping by, this afternoon for coffee, tea or water. Today’s gather includes cheese (cheddar, swiss, havarti and marble jack, I think). I’ve eaten all of the almonds, but there are still a few apples to go with the cheese.

building in progress
Saturday’s Work

If we were having coffee together, today, I would take you to the back door and show you the progress that my husband and I have made on his workshop. I’ve done some lifting and carrying, and last night I helped cover the few boards that we could not carry back into the garage with a large sheet of plastic. Weighted it down with scrap lumber, so that it wouldn’t blow away in the strong winds.

I would also, if you don’t mind getting a bit wet, show you the tulips at the side of the house. They’re pretty, even closed up against the wind and rain. There has been enough rain and warm that grass is growing happily in the back yard in great profusion. This means that the rabbits are switching to new grass for their meals from the tulip leaves that they’ve preferred, mainly because that’s what’s been here and beckoning. It does appear that the temperatures will not be low enough to kill off my germinating wildflowers in the back garden, even if we do get some snow, this week.  We are going to look at the garden shop to see if there is fencing (still easily lowered for weeding) that the dogs cannot get through or over. So far, they’ve mostly been tromping down the sown seeds, but now they’re putting the sprouts in danger.

Closed Against the Cold

If we were having coffee together, I would be tempted to worry about my feeling tired and a bit down, this past week. I have been having some trouble concentrating. Especially, I am forgetting to eat, or, remembering to eat, I forget to take my diabetes medication. As a result, I’m trying to work out a method, having forgotten my morning meds until noon, too many days in a row, for remembering what I am to do, first thing in the morning. I have been going to bed and immediately to sleep, this week, much earlier than I am used to. But I am tired. When I wake up, still before my husband, I get involved in taking the dogs out, because it’s later than it should be, and they are desperate. Once the dogs are outed, fed, watered and taken out, again, I sit down to read the news, or even make my breakfast, but I am both too distracted and not enough awake to register the fact that I am indeed not following a proper routine. When lunchtime rolls around, I do notice my pill caddy sitting on the table beside me, and sure enough, the morning pills are still in there. On other occasions, I have forgotten what day it is and checked the wrong bin on the caddy.

I am thinking, perhaps, a series of appointments in my phone calendar with alarms to ring when I am to stop what I’m doing and check to see what I am supposed to be doing. Ah, my!

The poetry writing has gone well, this past week. I’ve got one day’s poems to get up on the relevant blog, and I’m only behind one day in the writing. I am so fortunate that at least my husband enjoys and appreciates what I write and tells me so. We even talk about some of the poems. I am grateful that we share interests enough to understand and respond to one another’s activities and interests.

Thank you for the time that we’ve spent together. I look forward to our next weekend coffee share. Take care, and have a good week!


P.S. Emily is our current host for Weekend Coffee Share. Please visit her blog (HERE), where you’ll find her post for this weekend and the link-up to posts by other participants. Enjoy!

The building project et al.

All the framework for the walls is up. Measuring and fine-tuning, now, before adding the top wall plates.  Al has a tentative timetable in mind for getting more folks over here to help with the ceiling joists when they’re delivered. Aside from his sister and her husband’s coming over that one afternoon, I’m delegated to lift, carry tools and materials, brace supports, and hold the tape measure. Such fun!

In other news, the second meeting with the grief counselor from Hospice shook out some stuff that I am needing to address. Thinking about focusing my writing in that direction; I seem to have put aside the poem-a-day project. However, as I contemplate what needs contemplation, pieces that I have written come to mind. I expect that I will follow through with, (as I mentioned on the relevant blog before I started the National Poetry Writing Month group activities), reposting poems that I wrote previously, rather than pushing myself to write new ones, as seems necessary and appropriate.  I think I’m only behind three days (counting today) in posting a new one each day.

Also, I got a nice surprise this morning, when I checked my fasting blood sugar level. It was 112, which is the lowest it’s been since I started taking the medication for type-2 diabetes, the middle of December. The readings evening out, and the average drifting lower. Didn’t weigh in, this morning. Concentrating again on “what”, rather than “how much”.

I did pick up a “nourish bowl” at the local grocery, last time we went out to resupply. I like the idea, enjoyed the food, and am thinking about making some lists and doing up some of those for myself with my choices of veggies, roughage and the rest. Another activity to get me on my feet and doing.



WeekendCoffeeShare: Saturday Evening Edition

If we were getting together for coffee, this evening…I would have to brew some more, unless you’d like cold-brew from my homemade coffee concentrate. Al ate all the pastries, and I don’t make them because I fear I would eat them. And I shouldn’t. We will have to sit indoors, this evening, because dark is coming on, the wind’s coming up and the temperature is going down.

I must share with you the fact that my weight loss is sitting on a plateau for a bit. I have lost 20+ pounds since the middle of December, when I went on the diet to lower my blood sugar (type 2 diabetes) and drop some more weight. Slim pickings around here as I’m beginning to get my appetite back after the deaths of my mother (November) and father (February). I have once again begun my exercising, since having the last of my dental work done on Tuesday.

Currently I am rereading a(nother) favorite series of books. This one is Wen Spencer’s urban fantasy series Ukiah Oregon. Most wonderful! One of those where I bought a couple copies of the paperbacks, and ebooks for reading.

I also am doing the “write a poem a day” thing with a group of poets, new to me but for one writer I’ve known via the Internet for perhaps 20 years. (National Poetry Writing Month…April!) I am stuck on the list of prompts for Day 8. (Started using my The Written Word domain, again, mostly because I missed the email addresses.)

Also, we’ve three of the walls raised (see above photos) for the woodworking building that my husband planned for the back yard. I have hopes that once it’s up, my gazebo will be more thoroughly sheltered from the winter winds. Change the snowdrift patterns a bit. The spaces under the gazebo (it’s up on concrete blocks) have become a winter haven for neighborhood rabbits, which Thadd and Charlie enjoy chasing. They get a lot of exercise, and the rabbits never get caught. Not yet.

I must run off, now, to tend to the dogs, and then write my Day 8 poem. Thank you for dropping by. I’ve enjoyed the chance to visit.

Our host Emily’s blog entry for this weekend’s coffee share can be found here at NerdInTheBrain’s blog. There’s also a Link button, where you’ll find links to other WeekendCoffeeShare participants.

Have a lovely week!

Too early for coffee

I am hidden away in my bed-sitting room with the lights off, hoping that the puppies will quit whining and go back to sleep…Ah! Quiet, again! {I do so love back-lit laptop computer keyboards!}

I am having a fun time, so far, with the poem-a-day national poetry-writing month activity (NaPoWriMo), having been invited to join a small group of friends in the event, all but one, a new acquaintance. [An introduction and my poems are here, at one of my first domains, which I’ve started over with my original host since retirement.]

Yesterday, as I discovered on Monday—must keep calendar up to date!—I had an appointment with the dentist in my home town for another filling. Should not have been a big deal, except that that tooth was the one next to the tooth that I’d had pulled last month. Needed more numbing than I’d expected. All is well, however.

With so many friends and acquaintances leaving/having left LiveJournal over the years, and with my sister and recently deceased mother no longer active on the site, I find that I have been spending less and less time there. Thinking seriously of sticking with DW and dropping LJ, even though I have a permanent account there.

Too many transitions right now, though, with SFF Net having shut down at the end of March. Will think about it, though.

Puppies are AWAKE, now. Another day begins. At least I can make some Toddy coffee while they’re outside. 😀

What a Week! | 2017-03-19 | #WeekendCoffeeShare

omelet sandwich

If we were getting together for coffee, this weekend, I would apologize once again for being behind making time to meet. Unexpectedly, I found myself sleeping through most of Sunday, trying to catch up after a night, two nights ago, when the dogs decided to indulge in late-night singalongs.

There’s fresh-brewed coffee, but I’m out of Toddy coffee concentrate. For tea, I have Lipton’s black loose-leaf and Tetley in teabags. No snacks. I am still getting used to the diabetic diet restrictions—plus gluten-free—and avoiding anything crunchy, because of having a molar extracted on Thursday. I think the anesthetic is slow to come out, but there has been no actual pain, which makes me happy that I’d decided to forego pain killers.

On Friday, the puppies went to see the groomer, and they had a nice time. Charlie was scared, going in, (we must take him out more often, to accustom him to it), but blissfully happy when we went to pick up him and Thadd at the end of the afternoon. We met our groomer in the parking lot as we arrived at the store to pick them up, and got a report on their behavior.

On Tuesday I went to the clinic for my A1C test, which turned out nicely. It was well within the goal that my doctor had set. I have been doing much better on my diet since dropping the dosage by 500 mg. Since the 13th of December I have lost 20 lbs. and am well out of the obesity range. I no longer have any jeans to wear, not even borrowing a belt from Al. And the dogs ate all of my casual skirts. So, it’s the cotton, hypoallergenic lounge pants.

I am having problems again with circulation in my feet. I realized last night that in the midst of the dental woes, reflooring the kitchen, and trying to dust, sort and toss from the kitchen shelves, I’ve totally forgotten about both exercise and piano playing. Although generally speaking I am getting enough rest. I just have to get up and move around instead of falling asleep in my chair at all hours with a puppy on my lap.

I would also share with you the fact that I am still having a rough time forgetting that my parents are now dead. I still think of them as being in the old, familiar setting of the family home, which my brother is now renting from the estate until the waiting periods have passed and he can restart the process of buying the house.

We’ve taken a break, here, to go out and shop for groceries for the coming week. I was in desperate need of soup, which requires minimal chewing, as well as bananas, yams to microwave, and more eggs and waffles. It’s turned out that a poached egg on a waffle is a satisfying breakfast.

I am glad to have had this chance to visit. The puppies are demanding another trek out-of-doors, and then there will be “Puppy Time” before they go into their kennels for the night.

In my cleaning out of shelves and tossing things away, I came across a book,  in with the cookbooks, from the early 1990s that I do not remember reading. It looks interesting and different enough that it may serve as a good break from my normal fare (although still fantasy/science fiction): Temporary Walls: An Anthology of Moral Fantasy inspired by John Gardner’s On Moral FictionGreg Ketter and Robert T. Garcia (ISBN 10: 0963094440 / ISBN 13: 9780963094445).

Please find the Linkup and blog post at our host’s web page: NerdInTheBrain’s blog

Best wishes for your week!