A Good Month
Dear Friends, sorry I missed posting something for January, but I’ve two pieces being critiqued in a few days, one an essay called “Soft Abuse”, and the other a short memoir; “The Best Laid Plans”.
The first month of this year, went well. I figured out a good furniture arrangement for the great room/studio and when Patty came to clean, she helped me move the furniture into place.
I did take-off two weeks to go through bronchitis, but I haven’t had a upper respitory illness for three years because of the Zinc lozenges. I’ve only a little cough and a touch of laryngitis that I can sing over for short periods, so I’m back in the choir. I’ve been sticking to my diet and the scale has proven it. So all in all, yes, January has been a good month, a good beginning to a new year.
Today I shall grace the doorway of a local Curves. I’m scarred to death. Just last night I had a forty-five minute heart episode, but I’d also missed taking my supplements for two days. That’s a big no no. I’m trying to get them in first thing in the morning, with the coffee-milk; . . . ritual . . . habit.
Trying to make a new regimen a habit is a big bug-a-bo with me. “They” say that if you do something for three weeks, 21 days, it will become a habit. Don’t believe it. I’d say it’s more like three months, and even then I still have to think about it. It took me over a year to whittle my food down, to cut out all the allergens, and then begin to pick up a new way to eat. You may recall that I had to cut out citrus, wheat, rice, tomato, potato, peppers, and eggplant. Eggplant was no problem, and I’ve been able to add brown rice and light brown rice, once a week.
Fruit is my new best friend. Bananas; I’ve always liked them, but now I make an effort to have at least a half a day. Unsweetened cranberry juice is the new lemon. A fist full of nuts enhance the top of the cottage-cheese-pineapple-sundae I have most every day for lunch. I’ll not bore you with more detail, but I will reiterate that it took a year to make these changes.
Loneliness still nips at my heels. I don’t like going out repeatedly to keep in touch because I’m a home body. I think that’s part of why I keep this blog. It helps me reach out, and I again, invite you to write back.
Yesterday, I cleaned the fish tank and selected a new teddy bear pattern. I’d already washed and dried a raggedy quilt I plan to use to make this new addition to my collection.
I poured copious amounts of the nutrient rich fishwater on all my house plants. This summer masses of containers will flow with lush growth because of this rich goldfish water. I’ve plans to install an even bigger tank. The current one is 36 gallons. Can you imagine a hundred gallon container . . . on wheels, so it can sit out on the deck; April through Thanksgiving. Anything in between is only a baby step; not worth the trouble.
Ah yes, the old house finally closed and now my plans for the huge multi level deck off the back of my little ranch will come to fruition. That’s where the container garden will grow and flourish and the XXL fish tank will rest.
Afternoon tea at Jane’s, out on the deck in good weather. Might you stop by ? Maybe its just a dream; a pleasant dream, my dream and so I’m allowed. Do come by. Bring a small job. I’ll help, or we can play double solitaire . . . or just sip our tea in communal harmony while gazing out the wall of windows onto the sparkling landscape, and dream in green.
Yours Truly, Jane
