7/31/2019
Last night, as you already know, was round one of the Presidential debates. While everybody got to speak, some more than others, the exchanges between Elizabeth Warren and Bernie Sanders, was lively.
Jeff and I "watched" the debate. But, after 2 hours of watching, we were exhausted. We also knew that we had better find something light hearted to watch. The Late Show With Stephen Cobert was the solution.
Tonight, is round two of the debates. Jeff and I have picked out our favorite to go the distance. But, since I don't do "politics", that's all I say.
The one candidate that has a first name of "Bo", made me realize that there is probably a longer version of his name. I was right. As I suspected, it is a short version of several names: Beau, or Beaufort for example. If those were my given names, then I would probably also shorten my name to Bo.
I felt bad for the author, Marianne Williamson. She has written several books, most of which are spiritual. I, personally don't believe (no hate mail please) that she stands a chance at being the Democratic candidate for President. It is actually painful to see how little time she is given to speak, as opposed to other candidates.
While I could go write about recent tweets about Baltimore, I'm just not going to go there.
Take a nap this afternoon, if it's possible, so that you can "watch", not "sleep" during the debate.
P
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Pondering
7/30/2019
My definition of pondering, means that I've really have nothing to write about. Shocking, but true.
It's Shark Week, and I have recorded and watched several episodes of all things shark. Remember watching the movie "Jaws"? The difference between that movie and real-time shows, is that it's well "real-time"!
Two men, who were either very brave, or completely insane stayed in the ocean, with sharks swimming all around them. And, when I say sharks, I mean lots of sharks! Big ones and little ones. The men stayed in the ocean, without water or food for 43 hours. They also had some flimsy sort of cage that they could use when they became tired.
Unlike, sharks in aquariums, who are fed every day, and don't look at humans as an after diner treat, the ocean sharks, are looking for prey. And, anybody or anything are fair game as far as they are concerned.
Stands to reason, that people are both horrified and/or fascinated (or perhaps both), with these shark shows. Obviously, if you get in the way of a great white shark, he or perhaps she can, take you down to the ocean floor. Anyway, if a shark picks you out as looking tasty, you can basically kiss your ass good-bye.
Years ago, we took a tour around a studio, and in one case, a "shark" jumped out of the water. Okay, we knew that this wasn't a real shark, but it scared us just the same.
You know me, I am generally fascinated with the shows that I watch. How much does this person make per episode? How much does a deckhand on a lobster boat make for the season? Stuff like that.
Here's what I have found out about the Great White Shark: these sharks can live up to 70 years and beyond. The shark that comes in first place for living is the Greenland Shark who can live up to 272 years! Golly, that's a long time. I would bet that if I were the shark, I would want to rest more and hunt less.
Actually, the Great White Shark, weighing about 100 pounds, would need to eat only three pounds of fish daily. So, I actually don't know where humans are in the shark's food chain. But, I don't intend to find out!
I'll stay out of his way and hopefully, he'll stay out of mine!
P
My definition of pondering, means that I've really have nothing to write about. Shocking, but true.
It's Shark Week, and I have recorded and watched several episodes of all things shark. Remember watching the movie "Jaws"? The difference between that movie and real-time shows, is that it's well "real-time"!
Two men, who were either very brave, or completely insane stayed in the ocean, with sharks swimming all around them. And, when I say sharks, I mean lots of sharks! Big ones and little ones. The men stayed in the ocean, without water or food for 43 hours. They also had some flimsy sort of cage that they could use when they became tired.
Unlike, sharks in aquariums, who are fed every day, and don't look at humans as an after diner treat, the ocean sharks, are looking for prey. And, anybody or anything are fair game as far as they are concerned.
Stands to reason, that people are both horrified and/or fascinated (or perhaps both), with these shark shows. Obviously, if you get in the way of a great white shark, he or perhaps she can, take you down to the ocean floor. Anyway, if a shark picks you out as looking tasty, you can basically kiss your ass good-bye.
Years ago, we took a tour around a studio, and in one case, a "shark" jumped out of the water. Okay, we knew that this wasn't a real shark, but it scared us just the same.
You know me, I am generally fascinated with the shows that I watch. How much does this person make per episode? How much does a deckhand on a lobster boat make for the season? Stuff like that.
Here's what I have found out about the Great White Shark: these sharks can live up to 70 years and beyond. The shark that comes in first place for living is the Greenland Shark who can live up to 272 years! Golly, that's a long time. I would bet that if I were the shark, I would want to rest more and hunt less.
Actually, the Great White Shark, weighing about 100 pounds, would need to eat only three pounds of fish daily. So, I actually don't know where humans are in the shark's food chain. But, I don't intend to find out!
I'll stay out of his way and hopefully, he'll stay out of mine!
P
Monday, July 29, 2019
Lions and Tigers - Oh My!!
7/29/2019
I touched on the subject of "wild" animals in the neighbored a few days ago. The neighbors are up in arms because they saw a coyote and a vulture! Shocker. Vultures generally, but not always, want pre-killed animals. So, as a homeowner of a smaller dog, I actually don't worry about Daisy being carried away. Some of our homes back up to woods. And, what happens in the woods, stays in the woods! Seriously, I can't believe why seeing these animals pass through the neighborhood, causes such concern.
These animals don't want to be with you, and vice versa. So, what's the problem? Remember, helicopter parenting? Some of the people who post probably don't have small children, so their focus is on the wild things. Good grief get a life. Jeff and I enjoy very much the sight of a deer close to our house. I know that they eat plants, but they are so beautiful.
I am in no way a genius, but people have posted about where to paint a car, refinish a deck and other minutia type listings. Is common sense gone? Recommendations are a good thing, and in the past, I've occasionally looked for recommendations also. But, there is this place called the internet where you can search for a person, a company or whatever. You can read the reviews of said company, and then make a personal decision on what you're going to do. This isn't rocket science people!
In this neighborhood, people fret if you leave your empty trash can in the driveway too long. Or, heaven forbid, you put it out the day before!
The adage about staying in your house and keeping your curtains closed, does not seem to relate to our neighborhood. Jeff and I try to be good neighbors. We don't let the "girls" bark incessantly. Our theory about the "girls" barking inside the house, means that there is something or someone they can see from the windows. The UPS man, and Ada (who comes every week) both get the "welcome?" greeting. Which can be annoying, I'll admit.
Fun fact: Say cheese? Victorians said "prunes" instead.
P
I touched on the subject of "wild" animals in the neighbored a few days ago. The neighbors are up in arms because they saw a coyote and a vulture! Shocker. Vultures generally, but not always, want pre-killed animals. So, as a homeowner of a smaller dog, I actually don't worry about Daisy being carried away. Some of our homes back up to woods. And, what happens in the woods, stays in the woods! Seriously, I can't believe why seeing these animals pass through the neighborhood, causes such concern.
These animals don't want to be with you, and vice versa. So, what's the problem? Remember, helicopter parenting? Some of the people who post probably don't have small children, so their focus is on the wild things. Good grief get a life. Jeff and I enjoy very much the sight of a deer close to our house. I know that they eat plants, but they are so beautiful.
I am in no way a genius, but people have posted about where to paint a car, refinish a deck and other minutia type listings. Is common sense gone? Recommendations are a good thing, and in the past, I've occasionally looked for recommendations also. But, there is this place called the internet where you can search for a person, a company or whatever. You can read the reviews of said company, and then make a personal decision on what you're going to do. This isn't rocket science people!
In this neighborhood, people fret if you leave your empty trash can in the driveway too long. Or, heaven forbid, you put it out the day before!
The adage about staying in your house and keeping your curtains closed, does not seem to relate to our neighborhood. Jeff and I try to be good neighbors. We don't let the "girls" bark incessantly. Our theory about the "girls" barking inside the house, means that there is something or someone they can see from the windows. The UPS man, and Ada (who comes every week) both get the "welcome?" greeting. Which can be annoying, I'll admit.
Fun fact: Say cheese? Victorians said "prunes" instead.
P
Friday, July 26, 2019
Day Two Of Healing
7/26/2019
I'm feeling a "tad" bit better. My back feels like I've had a knife put into it (duh). I've only taken two pain pills, so I think that's a good thing. The rest of the time I'm doing the "white knuckling" thing as I go about my day. There is no way that I'm going to start depending on pain pills. I have them, and will use them when I think I need to.
I don't remember whether I said that Scott and Wendy are getting married on August 8th. This will be a small affair with only a few people. The big wedding will be sometime next spring.
This month, Wendy is leaving her apartment, packing up her things and moving into Scott's house. I know that moving out and in to a new place, will take some time to sort things out. I will stay clear of the action, and it's not like I'm worth a hoot when it comes to anything work related at the moment.
No plans for the weekend. If memory serves me right (and it generally doesn't), I think that Jeff has to work sometime this weekend. But, I could be wrong, and usually I am. Short term memory loss is just a pain in the ***. Jeff and I will sit down to watch a television show, and he'll tell me that I've already watched it. I would swear that isn't the case, but I know I'm wrong.
There are two things that I'm having trouble getting my head around: (a) Benjamin is starting 6th grade; and (b) I'm on my way to my 70th birthday.
Have an excellent weekend, and if the temperatures are hot where you are, try and stay cool.
P
I'm feeling a "tad" bit better. My back feels like I've had a knife put into it (duh). I've only taken two pain pills, so I think that's a good thing. The rest of the time I'm doing the "white knuckling" thing as I go about my day. There is no way that I'm going to start depending on pain pills. I have them, and will use them when I think I need to.
I don't remember whether I said that Scott and Wendy are getting married on August 8th. This will be a small affair with only a few people. The big wedding will be sometime next spring.
This month, Wendy is leaving her apartment, packing up her things and moving into Scott's house. I know that moving out and in to a new place, will take some time to sort things out. I will stay clear of the action, and it's not like I'm worth a hoot when it comes to anything work related at the moment.
No plans for the weekend. If memory serves me right (and it generally doesn't), I think that Jeff has to work sometime this weekend. But, I could be wrong, and usually I am. Short term memory loss is just a pain in the ***. Jeff and I will sit down to watch a television show, and he'll tell me that I've already watched it. I would swear that isn't the case, but I know I'm wrong.
There are two things that I'm having trouble getting my head around: (a) Benjamin is starting 6th grade; and (b) I'm on my way to my 70th birthday.
Have an excellent weekend, and if the temperatures are hot where you are, try and stay cool.
P
Thursday, July 25, 2019
I'm Here
7/25/2019
This is going to be short. Something about pain that makes you only want to sit or lay down.
Surgery was a success. The part of the pain simulator has now been taken out. This means that I will be able to have an MRI of the right leg and foot. And. I'm hoping that with that imaging, there might be an answer for me. Keeping my fingers crossed.
I'm up and dressed and the pain in my back, tells me to make this short.
Hopefully, I will feel better tomorrow, and can blog a little longer.
P
This is going to be short. Something about pain that makes you only want to sit or lay down.
Surgery was a success. The part of the pain simulator has now been taken out. This means that I will be able to have an MRI of the right leg and foot. And. I'm hoping that with that imaging, there might be an answer for me. Keeping my fingers crossed.
I'm up and dressed and the pain in my back, tells me to make this short.
Hopefully, I will feel better tomorrow, and can blog a little longer.
P
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
The Day Before
7/23/2019
The day before relates to my having a small surgical procedure tomorrow. Can't eat after midnight, but up until then, I can eat anything and/or everything that I want. Fasting is a very good way of hopefully shedding another pound or two! Hope springs eternal.
Bella will have to stay home tomorrow, but she's not going to understand why Jeff is putting his hat on, and she's not getting to go.
We're having spaghetti for dinner tonight. I found an instant pot recipe, and from start to finish takes about 8-10 minutes. No boiling pasta. You just put the pasta on top of the cooked beef (which can be browned in the instant pot also! Then add your sauce, turn up the heat, and sit back down while the pot does the work for you! This is very cool. Everyone that has posted about making spaghetti in the pot, says that the spaghetti is delicious. Time will tell. Jeff prefers to make spaghetti the regular way, so I guess we'll do that.
I'll keep this short. Feeling a little "ramped" up, so it's clearly time to go watch some kind of ridiculous television show!
I'll not blog tomorrow, since we have to get up early to get to the hospital. I should be in the chair on Thursday.
P
The day before relates to my having a small surgical procedure tomorrow. Can't eat after midnight, but up until then, I can eat anything and/or everything that I want. Fasting is a very good way of hopefully shedding another pound or two! Hope springs eternal.
Bella will have to stay home tomorrow, but she's not going to understand why Jeff is putting his hat on, and she's not getting to go.
We're having spaghetti for dinner tonight. I found an instant pot recipe, and from start to finish takes about 8-10 minutes. No boiling pasta. You just put the pasta on top of the cooked beef (which can be browned in the instant pot also! Then add your sauce, turn up the heat, and sit back down while the pot does the work for you! This is very cool. Everyone that has posted about making spaghetti in the pot, says that the spaghetti is delicious. Time will tell. Jeff prefers to make spaghetti the regular way, so I guess we'll do that.
I'll keep this short. Feeling a little "ramped" up, so it's clearly time to go watch some kind of ridiculous television show!
I'll not blog tomorrow, since we have to get up early to get to the hospital. I should be in the chair on Thursday.
P
Monday, July 22, 2019
Clothes - What To Do?
7/22/2019
More likely than not, fellows you probably won't be interested in this topic. But, the ladies will.
I've been dieting since November and have lost weight. somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 pounds, give or take. And, I'm super pleased with myself.
Here's my dilemma. What do you do with your "fat" clothes? I have gone through my clothes, and am almost embarrassed with the number of clothes I have.
I only have one or two what I would call business, or sort of dressed up clothes. And, I only have a few pieces.
But, my stay at home clothes has become overwhelming. Please don't tell Jeff this! I went through pretty much every piece of spring/summer clothing. In one pile, I put my "fat" clothes. To be sure, I could probably still wear some of them even now. But they'd be saggy and/or baggy. This is not a look I'm going for.
I now have filled a large plastic bag, with all things that are, at the moment, too big for me. Do I keep them, just in case of back sliding? Or, do I donate them, and make a personal resolution that I'm not going there in the future?
I can't begin to tell you how thrilled I am to put on smaller size clothes. It's a reward for picking a "diet" that I can live with, and enjoying the results. In the beginning, not only did I drink (and still do) high protein flavored water, but also high protein bars. When we're going to be out for a long time, visiting Hopkins for instance, I do put a bar in my purse. And, sometimes - okay, most times - I forget it's there until I pull it out and it's smushed (new word).
For the moment, I think I'll just stash away my "fat" clothes. If, at the end of the year, I've not gained weight, perhaps then I'll feel competent enough to donate them. Keep your fingers crossed.
You know the sayings: "I live to eat" and "I eat to live". I'm pretty much in that last category. We had pizza last night. I had one piece and I didn't even manage to eat all of it. Before barbaric surgery, Jeff and I attended classes about using little plates, little forks, etc. And, more importantly, to know when you're full and then stop eating. Stopping eating, when there's more on your plate, is a practice that has to be used ever time you eat.
I am 22 pounds from my first goal. Since I really can't exercise, the pounds have to come off by limiting how much I eat. Wish me luck. I don't want my weight to define me.
Try and stay cool everybody.
P
More likely than not, fellows you probably won't be interested in this topic. But, the ladies will.
I've been dieting since November and have lost weight. somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 pounds, give or take. And, I'm super pleased with myself.
Here's my dilemma. What do you do with your "fat" clothes? I have gone through my clothes, and am almost embarrassed with the number of clothes I have.
I only have one or two what I would call business, or sort of dressed up clothes. And, I only have a few pieces.
But, my stay at home clothes has become overwhelming. Please don't tell Jeff this! I went through pretty much every piece of spring/summer clothing. In one pile, I put my "fat" clothes. To be sure, I could probably still wear some of them even now. But they'd be saggy and/or baggy. This is not a look I'm going for.
I now have filled a large plastic bag, with all things that are, at the moment, too big for me. Do I keep them, just in case of back sliding? Or, do I donate them, and make a personal resolution that I'm not going there in the future?
I can't begin to tell you how thrilled I am to put on smaller size clothes. It's a reward for picking a "diet" that I can live with, and enjoying the results. In the beginning, not only did I drink (and still do) high protein flavored water, but also high protein bars. When we're going to be out for a long time, visiting Hopkins for instance, I do put a bar in my purse. And, sometimes - okay, most times - I forget it's there until I pull it out and it's smushed (new word).
For the moment, I think I'll just stash away my "fat" clothes. If, at the end of the year, I've not gained weight, perhaps then I'll feel competent enough to donate them. Keep your fingers crossed.
You know the sayings: "I live to eat" and "I eat to live". I'm pretty much in that last category. We had pizza last night. I had one piece and I didn't even manage to eat all of it. Before barbaric surgery, Jeff and I attended classes about using little plates, little forks, etc. And, more importantly, to know when you're full and then stop eating. Stopping eating, when there's more on your plate, is a practice that has to be used ever time you eat.
I am 22 pounds from my first goal. Since I really can't exercise, the pounds have to come off by limiting how much I eat. Wish me luck. I don't want my weight to define me.
Try and stay cool everybody.
P
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