Happy birthday, dear sister! Happy birthday to you!

Only thing is, she was feeling poorly yesterday and didn’t have much hope she would be better today. That’s a bummer. The problems are fibromyalgia and arthritis plus possibly other dis-eases. The medications she takes treat the symptoms but not the sources. She’s only seven years older than I am. Scary to think that could be me in seven years. But will it? We’ll just have to wait and see.

I was in bed by 9:15 last night and got up about 7:45.

100% Raw Food

36 ozzies OJ/strawberry smoothie
4 banana/1 large organic apple Apples with Snow
3 persimmons
3 small Bubbies pickles
Kim chee
Large salad of organic romaine, tomato, red onion, cucumber, kelp noodles, dressed with lime juice & EVOO dressing (I didn’t eat all of the dressing)
Kelp noodles marinated in the rest of the dressing, half an avocado (I still dumped most of the dressing)
26 ozzies OJ

I called my friend to find out if she wanted to go to church. You could have knocked me over with a feather if she’d said yes. She didn’t. She said to just tell people she is recuperating.

When I was getting ready to go, I was thinking that “Angels We Have Heard on High” was one song no one had picked this Christmas season. Well, wouldn’t you know it? It was the opening selection for Sabbath School! I could have practiced it had I known. As it was, I lived through it and no one else died.

The church service was excellent. The speaker was one of the elders and he did a good job. One of my favorite people sang and his wife (also a favorite) accompanied him with their daughter taking care of the part of page turner. They all did well.

After the service was over and we were playing the recessional (both the piano and organ), one of the women came up behind me and started rubbing my back. I told her she would have to come to my office daily and do that for me. It felt good. She started telling me about her trials and tribulations concerning her job. And I thought I had problems! On top of everything else, her husband is in skilled care recovering from surgery.

I came on home and ate my way through the rest of the day. Well, not literally, but I’d only had the smoothie this morning and I ate the remainder after I got here.

There was a joint baby shower tonight (a brother and sister—the brother’s wife is pregnant with their first child, a boy, and the sister with her and her husband’s third, a girl after two boys). For some reason, I was thinking it was tomorrow and not ‘way out on top of another mountain. I wasn’t prepared to go so I didn’t. I’ll give gifts later.

I’ve been taping off programs for my son. I’m on the third hour. The first two are MythBusters and the rest will be an assortment. A man from their church is on the one about Civil War steam machine guns.

Our chance of snow has been replaced by thunderstorms with the percentage close to 100. I’ll unplug my modem before I go to bed.

Time to shut down for another day (and another week). Good night and sweet dreams!

2 Responses to Happy birthday, dear sister! Happy birthday to you!

  1. Marjorie December 16, 2007 at 11:09 pm #

    Hey Tommie,

    Are you SURE those persimmons are rotting? I had some Fuyu that got a dark color and very soft, and I thought they had gone bad, too. But I cut one open and it was sweet and juicy and not fermented or bad in any way. So I’ve been eating them with no ill effects.

    So, maybe try one before you pitch it?

    Marjorie

  2. Tommie December 17, 2007 at 7:14 am #

    They weren’t just fermented. They were sour. I went through and smelled/tasted and only ate the ones that were still edible. Some of them had leaked and were sitting in a puddle of water. The fruit fly larva were swimming in the “juice”. It was gross. I’ve moved the still good ones to another place to see if that will help. I haven’t had the results I want with any of them anywhere, though. I’ve been throwing out many more than I’ve been able to eat. Next year, Dario, unless I can find them locally and then I’ll be buying from Dario and here, too.

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