June 30: It's all good!
This evening is the official start to my 'staycation', and it is very necessary. With the exception of Edie's memorial service in NYC I haven't had a day off since last December. I am planning a short trip: to see my friend Nana, who moved to Gettysburg about a year ago and has been asking me to come out and visit. We met on the Egypt trip, she's the only one I'm still in contact with. My plan is to go out for 2-3 nights, returning Tuesday after traffic has died down. My only requirement to her was that I MUST see fireworks--one of my favorite things!
Tabitha has another UTI and is back on antibiotics. Somewhat concerning. She's 14 years old now and things are going to happen. She's the best bed cat in the world: always curls up a my right hip and snuggles while I'm falling asleep and is always there in the morning. She seems to know when to meow to get me up and when to let me sleep in. She's also my most reliable lap cat. In awareness that problems will happen I'm now collecting Bed, Bath & Beyond coupons to try and get waterproof covers for the furniture. Got one for my bed and one pillowcase, need several more. Looking on line there is a surprising absence of waterproof sofa coverings, so I'm going to follow one suggestion and get waterproof mattress covers and then a nice looking cover over that. More expenses not planned for....
So: health. My cholesterol is down incredibly on the medicine, helped by my regular exercising and really being good about my diet. My cardiologist was thrilled, said he'd rarely seen such a dramatic reduction. He also gave me the results of the three week cardiac monitor and there was NO v tach! This is much better than a couple years ago.
It's finally starting to occur to me that maybe my time on earth isn't as limited as I'd thought. This actually requires an entire new thought process. When you are prepared to die, and then prepared to live a short time and die, there are mental things you go through. Maybe I should be jumping up and down with glee, but having been prepared to exit early and things changing is actually somewhat disconcerting. There is still a part of me that is waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's hard to change the thought process so completely.
After about 10 weeks of walking 2-2.5 miles several times a week, 2-3 long yoga sessions a week and 10 minutes every morning I'm finally showing a 9 pound weight loss, which doesn't seem enough for all the sacrifices. Yes, it's something, but not even enough yet to fit into a smaller clothing size. On the positive side it means that the clothes I've been wearing fit better, and even allow room to take deep breaths. So, this is progress, although I'm hoping something in my body will click and start dropping pounds and inches faster.
Feminist vs Female: a difficult choice.....
I'm walking on the 'main drag' in Pville on my way to the little movie theater, meeting a friend to watch 'Cave of Forgotten Dreams' about the cave drawings in France. I'm dressed in long jean shorts, a fully covering t-shirt and walking sneakers--not really a fashion statement in anyone's mind. An SUV pulls up alongside me and a window is rolled down. This isn't unusual because people often stop and ask for directions or where the best parking is. With what I hope is a pleasant expression on my face, prepared to answer one of these questions, I pause and turn towards the window. There is a rather cute guy, about 22-25 years old who catches my eye and then says "Show me your titties!" Certainly not what I was expecting. I turned away, properly offended at the sexist statement and disappointed the town was attracting such types and continued on my way. About a half block later it suddenly dawned on me: I'm a pudgy 48 yr old who just got solicited by a kid young enough to be my son. On a personal level this really isn't offensive, it's a compliment!
Tomorrow's a busy day: heading for BBB to get some of the waterproof things in the morning, then meeting up with Susan, Mirko, Beth & George for lunch as they head up to NH. Then back to the house where a nice girl will come and thoroughly clean so I can further enjoy my quality time at home. Marilyn, bless her heart, will stop by in the evening to have me show her how to give Tabitha her antibiotic pill, which is allowing me to desert her for a few days. Not sure if I'll head to Gettysburg on Saturday or Sunday, Nana is fine with either.
Thanks for checking in, Laurie
Tabitha has another UTI and is back on antibiotics. Somewhat concerning. She's 14 years old now and things are going to happen. She's the best bed cat in the world: always curls up a my right hip and snuggles while I'm falling asleep and is always there in the morning. She seems to know when to meow to get me up and when to let me sleep in. She's also my most reliable lap cat. In awareness that problems will happen I'm now collecting Bed, Bath & Beyond coupons to try and get waterproof covers for the furniture. Got one for my bed and one pillowcase, need several more. Looking on line there is a surprising absence of waterproof sofa coverings, so I'm going to follow one suggestion and get waterproof mattress covers and then a nice looking cover over that. More expenses not planned for....
So: health. My cholesterol is down incredibly on the medicine, helped by my regular exercising and really being good about my diet. My cardiologist was thrilled, said he'd rarely seen such a dramatic reduction. He also gave me the results of the three week cardiac monitor and there was NO v tach! This is much better than a couple years ago.
It's finally starting to occur to me that maybe my time on earth isn't as limited as I'd thought. This actually requires an entire new thought process. When you are prepared to die, and then prepared to live a short time and die, there are mental things you go through. Maybe I should be jumping up and down with glee, but having been prepared to exit early and things changing is actually somewhat disconcerting. There is still a part of me that is waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's hard to change the thought process so completely.
After about 10 weeks of walking 2-2.5 miles several times a week, 2-3 long yoga sessions a week and 10 minutes every morning I'm finally showing a 9 pound weight loss, which doesn't seem enough for all the sacrifices. Yes, it's something, but not even enough yet to fit into a smaller clothing size. On the positive side it means that the clothes I've been wearing fit better, and even allow room to take deep breaths. So, this is progress, although I'm hoping something in my body will click and start dropping pounds and inches faster.
Feminist vs Female: a difficult choice.....
I'm walking on the 'main drag' in Pville on my way to the little movie theater, meeting a friend to watch 'Cave of Forgotten Dreams' about the cave drawings in France. I'm dressed in long jean shorts, a fully covering t-shirt and walking sneakers--not really a fashion statement in anyone's mind. An SUV pulls up alongside me and a window is rolled down. This isn't unusual because people often stop and ask for directions or where the best parking is. With what I hope is a pleasant expression on my face, prepared to answer one of these questions, I pause and turn towards the window. There is a rather cute guy, about 22-25 years old who catches my eye and then says "Show me your titties!" Certainly not what I was expecting. I turned away, properly offended at the sexist statement and disappointed the town was attracting such types and continued on my way. About a half block later it suddenly dawned on me: I'm a pudgy 48 yr old who just got solicited by a kid young enough to be my son. On a personal level this really isn't offensive, it's a compliment!
Tomorrow's a busy day: heading for BBB to get some of the waterproof things in the morning, then meeting up with Susan, Mirko, Beth & George for lunch as they head up to NH. Then back to the house where a nice girl will come and thoroughly clean so I can further enjoy my quality time at home. Marilyn, bless her heart, will stop by in the evening to have me show her how to give Tabitha her antibiotic pill, which is allowing me to desert her for a few days. Not sure if I'll head to Gettysburg on Saturday or Sunday, Nana is fine with either.
Thanks for checking in, Laurie
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