Today was the deadline by which I had to order prints from the photo service I use before they deleted all of them. This happens every year, and since I don’t want to lose my archive I pick out a few to print a stave off virtual annihilation for another year. Here are a few of the ones I printed.
I have stayed up too late all week watching the Democratic National Convention. I’m pretty beat and am looking forward to returning to my elderly sleep habits. Usually, the only time I stay up late in the fall is when the Red Sox are in the playoffs. I won’t have to worry about that this year.
I have sports on the brain because a friend of mine just offered me tickets to the BC football game this weekend. I was not a fanatic when I was in school, but I try to get to a game or two a year now. A free Saturday afternoon is a rare occasion, but tomorrow happens to be one. You’ll find me enjoying the last glow of summer cheering on my Eagles.
After shredding my palms Monday, I knew I’d be taking a chance trying to do yoga this week, but I toughed it out. During the class I went to on Wednesday the teacher was fond of keeping us in the same poses for what seemed like eternity, so every downward dog was a marathon. I taped up my cuts with bandaids and tried not to cry. Yesterday was a little better, but when it came time to put all of our weight on one hand I cried uncle.
Adventures in vegetables are continuing apace. I picked up my half bushel from the CSA on Wednesday, and have been enjoying kale smoothies ever since. Last night I whipped up zucchini-onion soup, parsley pesto, and a sugar melon martini. I knew this already, but this week confirms that I feel so much better when I eat fresh food.
What’s that you say about fresh, healthy food? I have a voucher for a restaurant in the North End that I need to use this weekend. Saturday night will NOT be about fresh healthy food, but about cheese and carbs. Hopefully I’ll survive.
Overall, my crazy belly has been pretty good the last couple weeks. I have an MRE (barium drink meets MRI) on Wednesday, and frankly I hope they don’t find anything because I don’t want any new meds or new procedures. Maybe I’ll just start surviving on Ensure.
Here’s hoping your weekend does not involve even a drop of Ensure. Have a great one!
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