The Slow Easy Life

I’m not at all comfortable using tools, especially circular saws, but yesterday morning I was out early cutting two-by-twos into ten-inch pieces to lay on the floor behind the fridge so that the fridge doesn’t slide backwards when I use force to close the door. I was chuffed to find that my solution worked perfectly. Now my fridge presents nice a close and stays in place.

When the sun is shining, ten degrees feels fine. When the sun is behind clouds, as happened soon after it rose yesterday morning, ten degrees feels cold in the morning. Our morning walk was a brisk one, so we were quick and then we went into the village to see what kind of turkey products were on the shelves. I wanted to get something that would be easy for us to cook on the weekend.

And victory! I got a 5 K turkey that is already thawed and safe to keep in the fridge until well after we will cook it on Monday. And I’ll be going to the farmers’ market on Saturday to see what kind of veggies that I can pick up to go with the bird. I’m really looking forward to hosting Dianne and Beverly come Sunday. Di comes every Thanksgiving, bless her.

Once back home, the brood was fed, and I chose to give in to my sense of retreat from the dullness of the day. I got very comfortable on the chaise and watched a couple of episodes of Grand Design. It’s a show about people building themselves a home. Often, they do a lot of the work themselves; sometimes we watch professional builders do the work. I love the show, and I love lazy cozy afternoons with a fire when its’s cool and uninviting outside.

We went to Rollo and played fetch for a good long time. I wore Her Highness out and that means she sleeps like a rock for a while once we get back home, so I got into the spa. I like being warm in the cool air, and then I was done for the day. I just cruised into dinnertime and then a movie and then into nice clean sheets. 

I went to bed at 9:00. Why, I don’t know, but I go right to sleep on these early nights and normally I sleep until 5:00, but I awoke at 3:30 this morning. I had no problem staying in bed until 4:30, loving the comfort and warmth, and when I got up, on a whim, I weighed myself. I was prepared for disappointment but to my surprise, I weighed 177.4 pounds. That’s a drop of exactly twenty pounds since I decided to lose weight at the beginning of September.

I shall stick to my new regime. I don’t miss sweets at all, much to my surprise and delight, so I shall continue to avoid sugar. I was truly addicted. If I didn’t have a donut or cookies, pie or cake in the house, I’d make some or I’d drive into the village to be sure to have sweetness with which to end every meal (except breakfast).

And I’ve lost another thing: cramps. I haven’t had crippling, scream-in-the-dark cramps for a few weeks. It’s miraculous, but I’ve no idea why. Because I lost weight? Because I feel so much better about myself and my speech? I’ll be asking Dr. Shoja when next I see her.

The weather looks iffy today and rain is predicted for Thursday and Friday. We’ll be walking with our friends this morning, but as for the rest of the day: Who knows? I may try reading. My reading mojo is broken and that is going to make getting through Winter hard unless I start drawing. I’ve been doing a lot of cooking, so that may be how I get through the season.

Primarily, I will be happy all day because life feels so good when there is no pressure to do anything. I fell blessed to be over watering (although I did some yesterday where the rain doesn’t fall on my Virginia Creeper).

Lovely Ginko leaves.