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First, the doctor allayed any fears I might
have because I have more spots on my mammogram than were lurking there
in 1997..
Oh good.
Second, he wants me to do reduction surgery
- so I don't have to wear a bra designed like the Eiffel tower.
Gravity not being a nice thing when you get
on in years.
Especially after breast-feeding two boys.
And the cysts do not get removed when that
is done. If they get large, they can be drained. It's called fibro-cystic
disease except it is not really a disease.
Something about having a large chest.
Runs in the family.
Charmed, I am sure.
Always nice to have a positive start to your
week.
Especially after the nice, slow, lazy weekend
I just had.
Let's see.....
I loaded the dishwasher twice, at least. And
there're only two of us.
I cooked. Meals. And a snack cake (must test
recipes.)
My son has decided I wasn't feeding him right
(because he wasn't eating my diet - lean meat and veggies). Of course,
his snack food" was temping me off-track so I can't complain.
But at $300 at the grocery store - on second
thought, yes I can!
Except, now I have to really cook in quantity.
Those chicken fillets are suddenly the rage. I'm used to a package lasting
all week.
Not any more.
And he wants brown rice.
I have tried for 18 years to feed my boys
brown rice. "Diet for a Small Planet". Without success.
So I can't complain too much.
What is nice is that I get to cook it in my
new, stainless steel cookware - it makes perfect rice!
The fillets are great cooked in the new stainless
steel skillet too.
And vegetables. I buy Max-Paks. Thank goodness!
Because he eats a lot.
I get 1-1.5 Cups. He gets more.
Life is not fair. I get 800-1200 calories
a day (the 1200 is if I am being rebellious). He starts at 2000!
There is a company that does additives for
Glaucoma patients that is branching out - they are coming out with a pill
(by Rx) that affects metabolism. SIGN ME UP! In two weeks.
I am still in size 40C body suits and still
wear a size 14 top (10-12 bottom). Dinky bird.
So this weekend I cooked.
Never put a plastic microwave steamer down
on a stove whose burner is still hot. Melted the little foot right off.
Fortunately, it won't harm anything.
I have a glass-topped stove so I use it as
a counter. Not wise if you just cooked with it.
I set up calls for the rental management -
are we really moving back in in Jan-Feb?
I'm already thinking about renting a truck.
I am ready.
My son set up the spa-without the safety straps.
Obviously, it will have to be drained and the straps put on. As soon as
he masters the combination. And teaches it to me. Straps with a combination
lock.
I did four loads of laundry. Actually changed
the sheets. Even his mattress pad. He tends to throw the sheets on the
floor and go for the pad. I'm thinking vinyl sheeting next.
Sorted the monthly bills.
Yuk.
I spent too much. Getting ready to stop now.
Have most of my ducks in a row.
I do things like that. Save up and splurge.
At least I save up.
I rearranged furniture - the NordicTrack is
next to the weight machine.
I actually used the weight machine.
I removed clothing from it.
I called QVC and packed up one of the canisters
- it was deformed - turns out their quality control people are dealing
with it. I have one good canister - in the freezer. I will make ice cream
(sorbet is next and where we are headed) soon.
I will mail this next week. The canister,
not the sorbet.
I picked up the family room - socks, shirts,
pants, shoes, belts, I told you, my son drops his clothing all over the
house. Whenever the mood strikes him. I understand roaming around in a
tee shirt and Jockey shorts is a man-thing.
It took him 30 seconds to dribble his "stuff"
all over the room - he threw the carefully picked up papers and magazines
- back onto the floor. I hadn't even vacuumed yet!
I had a few words to say. Just a few.
He just smiled. That irritating "I'm so cute
you can't stay mad at me" look.
I vowed to call the plumber (I did). (We won't
discuss this adventure here.) Seems his bathroom drip has progressed to
a steady flow. He finally complained.
So I raked his bathroom so the plumber would be able to get into the
bathroom. Literally.
I actually got in the spa. With a hat on.
The hat sat on top of my big curlers. My son thought I looked weird. Weird
but unscarred by the sun.
And I made a note to go get a tarp for the
top of the sundeck (an annual event) and a new patio umbrella - to hide
me from the sun when in the spa. Which heated its little self to 102 in
36 hours. 110V. Nice! Especially when the house has child-sized bathtubs
(smaller than usual). I can stretch out in the spa. Need to. It is cold
in California this week. Fog and rain.
Correction - Northern California. Big difference.
I, of course, first I had to drive over to
the hardware store for pool supplies since the spa came without the promised
supplies to set it up. I made a vow to call them (not yet). I will also
get the rubber ducky.
They have one that glows in the dark.
The spa should have come with one.
I fed and watered animals, including my son.
I began sorting 1998 taxes - seems I am out
of extensions again.
Double Yuk.
I was persistent. I read two books. And watched
one-half of Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice - from the early 1980s -
PBS. I also have the A&E version. Love them both.
I cut out the costume for the Regency thing
at the Romantic Times convention while watching the video. This is the
wild pink fabric I bought when I was chasing you-know-who to New York
for the View. When was that? February???? (You know who I mean - tall,
blond, blue eyes, Italian...)
About time I cut the dress out. Now I have
to put it together.
I started sewing. I thought it would be small.
I put in extra fabric. Had to take it right back out.
It has elastic at the neck and under the bodice.
Empire style. Cute. Right out of the 1820's or thereabouts.
I need to have some low-heeled satin pumps
dyed to match (bright pink).
The overskirt is a sparkly pink and will be
gathered up with flowers. Of course, in Regency days, they didn't have
elastic - they used drawstrings and tapes.
Someone had an idea for a lace cap (I am NOT
16 years old - I must have a lace cap).
I need to get long white gloves - no, the
red satin gloves won't do. Not the black ones either. Maybe the gray ones....
And I need a draw-string purse ("reticule")
and a fan.
So I can flirt.
Fake it anyway.
This is to be worn a few days BEFORE the Stormy
Leather outfit.
Just to confuse people.
This will actually be more elegant than any
dress I wore to any prom in high school!
And my newly-discovered waist won't show!
Is that a good thing?
If I am writing a cookbook, it probably is!
Right now, I need a nap.
To recover from the week-end.
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