It’s awfully late.

I’m up again when I should be snoozing.

My exercising was BodyFlex and part of my LSEs.

100% Raw Food

23 ozzies OJ
30 ozzies banana/blueberry/spinach smoothie (must’ve been the bananas that made yesterday’s so good)
4 banana/1 apple Apples with Snow (I got up too late to wash greens)
4 tomatoes 1 cucumber
Marinated mushrooms
Kim chee
2 persimmons (1 Fuyu, 1 Hichaya) (I think I like the Fuyus better—non-astringent)
Salad of romaine, red leaf, cucumbers, tomatoes, green onion, dressed with cashew dressing

First thing when I checked my e-mail, I had a message from Dario saying the persimmons are gone and it’s cherimoya season now. He said he knew I like the persimmons and he’s oh, so right! I was hoping to order one more time but I missed it.

When I was getting in the car to leave for work, I had quite a start. A man came striding across in front of me, between me and the house. He was a very tall person and was walking along with a sense of purpose. He had some kind of gizmo in his hand. Even though it was startling, I wasn’t afraid. We spoke and he went down beside the house. That’s when I realized he was here to read the meter. By the time I pulled out to the road, he was up there reading the water meter. That was the first time in more than 20 years of living here that I saw the meter reader.

Today was another busy day. That was magnified when I checked my e-mail and found a message that I needed to be the post office/bank person again. Which was okay with me. I don’t mind doing it at all.

My friend was having problems and had to be sent to another hospital yesterday. She called me today and said she was to have some kind of procedure but should be back tomorrow. I tried to get in touch with her daughter at her request but was unable to do more than leave voice mail. Impersonal, but the best I could do.

I went to the nursing home and visited my friend’s roommate. She was concerned. I tried to reassure her. She’s usually up doing some kind of needlework but she was taking a break from it.

Someone is selling pecans and had packages in the break room. They looked pretty decent but I’m not in the market for any right now. One of the women asked me where I get my nuts. I was telling her and she asked if the pecans I buy are a good deal. I said no, that they aren’t cheap but they are a good quality. Then I said I can cut cost on what I wear or other things I buy but I want only the best to put into my body. She said, “That’s good thinking.” Of course! Really, though—think about it. People will spare no expense on their houses and cars but they’ll eat cheap food as long as it tastes good. No wonder Americans are obese and sick. And the ones who aren’t obese are just sick. And the ones who aren’t sick yet are headed that way. We read that people die after a short illness. Not usually, no. They have been diseased for a long time but it only recently manifested itself. Tell me to stop! It’s too late for me to be doing this!

There’s a retirement party tomorrow for the fellow who works at the Mother Ship but I can’t go. I sent a little contribution via courier since I won’t be there. One of the girls will sign my name on the card. I wish him well. He’s younger than I am. Makes me feel older than ever.

If I don’t get to bed soon, I’ll have to say good morning instead of good night. So, good night.

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