Hello, here I am, blogging most likely. It has been like a freakish Louisa May Alcott novel around here- cooking, cleaning, cooking, sewing, knitting. Kind of reminds me of when the Little Women decide to keep house.
This fury has been because of news of loss- a faraway friend- and my primal need to cook for funerals. Even funerals that I am not going to attend. It has also been because of my own looming mortality. My fasting blood sugar is a bit high. I come from a family of diabetics, and so it is when, not if, I get diabetes. ( Please don’t give me any alternative therapy suggestions. It’s better for both of us that you don’t.) I would like to get squarely into my fifth or sixth decade, however before I am diagnosed. I am also, dear reader, fat. I didn’t used to be fat, although I always thought I was. Boy, I wish I could have those days back, so that I could give myself a good talking to about what a beautiful young woman I was. SO, onto vegetables. Which, dear reader, I mostly hate, unless they involve butter, or butter’s fat little sister, sour cream. Nope, not helpful.
Although I do have a lovely doctor. Her advice, and it means a lot to me that she can say this with a straight face, is to eat the vegetables anyway, and then, when I have gotten used to the idea, slowly reduce the fat flavors. Well, maybe, and I appreciate her trying to meet me where I live. But I am a diabetic educator, and so I have a wealth of low fat recipes, so it wouldn’t kill me to actually cook some of them, would it? ( Did you know that you can give yourself a bad case of GI distress by suddenly quadrupling the amount of vegetables you eat. You heard it here first. Stop smirking. It is not funny. )
On the knitting front, I am making darling little socks to wear with sneakers. Five rows for a stockinette roll, five rows of ribbing, five rows plain and whoops you are at the heel. I think I can get two per 50g of sock yarn, or four little sock siblings from a big 100g ball, and that will be very satisfying.
On the quilt front, I have had it up to hear with the freaking turtles. Which is good, because Son Two is a little jealous that I have been focusing on Son One’s quilt. So I will start Two’s and hopefully it will be less arduous. I am just not a pattern follower, at all. Good to learn. Also, if I am going to follow a pattern, I should, uhm, follow it and maybe read ahead a bit, so to avoid shocking revelations of yardage requirements.
Have to get up off the couch and go wash dishes.