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Nov. 30th, 2012 02:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichToday I turned 56 years old. Not bad considering that I coded out (the last time) at 38 and had spent my youth not expecting to live past 40. I feel like going outside, sticking my thumbs in my ears and fanning my fingers, and making smarmy faces at the night sky. Neener-Neener!
About two weeks ago Bossman gave me a present (a new Nook Simple Touch with glowlight - extrememly restful on the eyes after computer work) so today was a nice sequence of pearls on a chain of celebration. I slept in, then joined![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blackswan13 for lunch at Ruby Tuesdays (our usual dining spot). She too is diabetic and it is always fun to watch her change her mind about what she'd like to eat when she learn what I am having. Brunch was Shrimp Fondue, grilled asparagus (and OMG, was it done to perfection!), roasted spaghetti squash, and creamed cauliflower. I skipped the chips for dipping and the bread, so had a robust calorie count (a little over 520) but a teeny carb count... nice. And was stuffed to the gills. We talked about varying subjects, mostly centering on her newly-discovered enjoyment of being a Head Cook for our barony, and she gave me a bag of two gifts. One is a small solar-powered penguin statue that dances and the other is a treat I am saving for use when I chair the Atlantian Order of the Laurel meeting this Saturday. Someone may find themselves going home with that. (Heh)
Bossman called me to say he was home early and did I want to go to lunch with him, it being noonish. I bargained for a late "lunch" after my afternoon oncology appointment and came home to pick the man up - only to find that I had misunderstood when my appointment was and had already missed it. So with the help of google-maps we found (two cities away) a Dairy Queen with an indoor dining area and off we went to treat him to a brazier-burger (don't ask me, he just seems to have a thing for Dairy Queen hamburgers) and I shoehorned a lovely, gooey, delicious banana split into myself. Then mrff'd back into my seat and let him drive home as I was too full to even consider sitting upright, much less attempting to drive a car during the beginnings of rush hour. Ah, but that was so very good! I have no regrets. None. Even if it was 1/3 higher in calories and twice the carbs of lunch. It was worth every bit of the shame-on-me. Absolutely.
Oddly, my Nook-loving extraviganza of the last week or so has been affecting my husband. This I learned on the way home when he turned the car into the parking lot of our local library and informed me that we were going in to get new library cards (they are only good for two years at a time.) Now, my card is valid, but he had never wanted one himself so I was game. Taking Bossman into a library is like taking him into a store made up of Woodcrafters married to Lowe's with their daughters HQ and Ace Hardware in strollers next door. I finally just got myself a couple of house-repair/decorating books and settled down at a table while he wandered and checked every shelf, and discovered the CD section, and then the reference computer, and the - well, you get the picture.
On the doorstep when we returned was the box holding our Giftmas present for our eldest son and - ta da! - a lovely Douglas Fir wreath that I know had to be the 'birthday present on its way' frommmcnealy. It smelled like heaven. Or the air coming in to my windows (any window) in my bedroom (any house I lived in) when I was a child growing up. Soooo wonderful. I opened the flap of the box and buried my face in it, sniffling like a cat finding a bag of catnip. I'm going to love entering and leaving my house - often - just for the plain pleasure of smelling that each time the door is opened.
A late dinner was at our usual after-barony-meeting restaurant. Two of the waitresses there presented me with a boxed slice of coconut creme pie "for your birthday". It's in the kitchen. I love that they gave it to me but my golly - there's no room!
Tomorrow I shall see the oncologist and learn the results of the latest CT scan. And get the normal blood test, which will surely reflect the glucose-effect of my natal day gorging. And I have no regrets. (Yum. I wonder if I could handle that piece of pie now... hmmm...)
About two weeks ago Bossman gave me a present (a new Nook Simple Touch with glowlight - extrememly restful on the eyes after computer work) so today was a nice sequence of pearls on a chain of celebration. I slept in, then joined
blackswan13 for lunch at Ruby Tuesdays (our usual dining spot). She too is diabetic and it is always fun to watch her change her mind about what she'd like to eat when she learn what I am having. Brunch was Shrimp Fondue, grilled asparagus (and OMG, was it done to perfection!), roasted spaghetti squash, and creamed cauliflower. I skipped the chips for dipping and the bread, so had a robust calorie count (a little over 520) but a teeny carb count... nice. And was stuffed to the gills. We talked about varying subjects, mostly centering on her newly-discovered enjoyment of being a Head Cook for our barony, and she gave me a bag of two gifts. One is a small solar-powered penguin statue that dances and the other is a treat I am saving for use when I chair the Atlantian Order of the Laurel meeting this Saturday. Someone may find themselves going home with that. (Heh)Bossman called me to say he was home early and did I want to go to lunch with him, it being noonish. I bargained for a late "lunch" after my afternoon oncology appointment and came home to pick the man up - only to find that I had misunderstood when my appointment was and had already missed it. So with the help of google-maps we found (two cities away) a Dairy Queen with an indoor dining area and off we went to treat him to a brazier-burger (don't ask me, he just seems to have a thing for Dairy Queen hamburgers) and I shoehorned a lovely, gooey, delicious banana split into myself. Then mrff'd back into my seat and let him drive home as I was too full to even consider sitting upright, much less attempting to drive a car during the beginnings of rush hour. Ah, but that was so very good! I have no regrets. None. Even if it was 1/3 higher in calories and twice the carbs of lunch. It was worth every bit of the shame-on-me. Absolutely.
Oddly, my Nook-loving extraviganza of the last week or so has been affecting my husband. This I learned on the way home when he turned the car into the parking lot of our local library and informed me that we were going in to get new library cards (they are only good for two years at a time.) Now, my card is valid, but he had never wanted one himself so I was game. Taking Bossman into a library is like taking him into a store made up of Woodcrafters married to Lowe's with their daughters HQ and Ace Hardware in strollers next door. I finally just got myself a couple of house-repair/decorating books and settled down at a table while he wandered and checked every shelf, and discovered the CD section, and then the reference computer, and the - well, you get the picture.
On the doorstep when we returned was the box holding our Giftmas present for our eldest son and - ta da! - a lovely Douglas Fir wreath that I know had to be the 'birthday present on its way' from
mmcnealy. It smelled like heaven. Or the air coming in to my windows (any window) in my bedroom (any house I lived in) when I was a child growing up. Soooo wonderful. I opened the flap of the box and buried my face in it, sniffling like a cat finding a bag of catnip. I'm going to love entering and leaving my house - often - just for the plain pleasure of smelling that each time the door is opened.A late dinner was at our usual after-barony-meeting restaurant. Two of the waitresses there presented me with a boxed slice of coconut creme pie "for your birthday". It's in the kitchen. I love that they gave it to me but my golly - there's no room!
Tomorrow I shall see the oncologist and learn the results of the latest CT scan. And get the normal blood test, which will surely reflect the glucose-effect of my natal day gorging. And I have no regrets. (Yum. I wonder if I could handle that piece of pie now... hmmm...)
