My last 100 days . . .

 So often I think about how I would live my life if I knew I had just 100 days left.  I don’t really know, but I am suspicious that it could be just blobdom - how I pass time when depressed - quiz shows, games and lying in bed, pushing to just brush my teeth.  A better lessen would be Dorothea’s - upbeat til the end.  So from these thoughts come this - I am looking and living my next 100 days as my last 100 days.  Will be crafting as I move along.

Day 1 - i was kind to Bob. I see him experience the loneliness and aloneness of being alone in the house.  As much as he may have thought he wanted this he is suffering.  Have to give thought to food for him.  

Changed my linens, visited Pat and put away my clean lights.

Foto frustrations - why can’t I add a photo???

 So the good news 14 months later, I am halfway to my goal.  Absolutely amazed.  Going to amp it up to see what I can accompkush by end of the year - would love to try the alternative sleep stuff.

Have fallen in live w my house - really scares me, plus I am approaching that bewitching time of the year - November 1.

Better olden times

 The purpose of this post is to begin tracking the impact of a twenty pound weight loss. 

Issues to address:  RLS - check on magnesium

Ankle pain, strengthen legs

Starting weight is 233.8

Asparagus and dog baths

Last night brought back a memory of my Dad cooking asparagus.  Fifty plus years ago when Chinese food was basically Cantonese cuisine, he discovered Szechuan and Hunan.  His time in China during WWII, and his befriending of many Asians here in the US, including the wife of my sister’s professor Dr. Tung, brought wonderful food experiences into our home.  My favorite was asparagus.  He started by washing the asparagus, melting a little butter in a sauté pan, putting the wet asparagus, plus a bit of water into the pan, covering it.  Cooked it covered, til the water evaporated then take the cover off and sauté the asparagus until the ends are crisp.  Absolutely yummy.

Eggs do explode

So this AM, I was making hard-boiled  eggs for egg salad.  Had my trusty hot plate and my rachel ray tiny pot.  (Btw, the color on the pot changes after u use it, especially at high temps).  Checked the date on the egg carton, all was well, covered the eggs w water and put them on my trusty hot plate to bring to a boil.  Mind was elsewhere, don’t know how much time had gone by.  Heard these noises, thought it was Lovie, called out to her.  More time went by.  Finally walked into the kitchen.  What a mess.  Will be quite awhile before I eat eggs again!

More white stuff

OK, i want to post a photo and can't .  Today is my second Tuesday with Mary!

Been awhile

Just killing time, really avoidance of going in to office.