So there was a lot of rain. which means ginormo gargantuan weeds. The interesting thing – If I completely ignored them , they would probbably be gone by August. However, if there was anymore rain … we might lose the house under the weeds
I Love this article.
Control is a bad word for diabetes. Really. Eat well, exercise — and then fall off your bike . Up goes the blood sugar. Take boot camp – lots of exercise — stress your body — up goes the blood sugar. Take care of someone sick — up goes your blood sugar. Feel for someone’s problems — up goes your blood sugar. Life happens and your blood sugar goes. up . As my Doctor says — diabetes is a progressive disease. – progressively worse.
Influence is a better word. It makes sense from my experience.
I like the word influence for all diseases. You can do everything in you r power to prevent a cold, and still get one. But it is a great word for chronic conditions. Life will always get in the way of control.
I’m not that picky about word choices. In fact, my DH would say I am careless. But sometimes it really makes a difference.
So, as you may recall I thought I would try and read 24 nonfiction books this year. The first was the Vagina monologues , which was good. Glad I read it, but it would be much more powerful to see.
Today I read Household Cleaning Self Sufficiency by Rachelle Strauss. It is about cleaning with greed /homemade products. Most of it I knew but a few things stood out. She admitted that a number of green products involved more scrubbing or waiting than commercial products. She also uses Borax , which isn’t always a good choice. but she also only uses it when necessary . Of course, she feel s you can avoid a lot of things like scrubbing or borax, by just keeping up with the cleaning.
There are a few pages I am going to copy — the ones on fight dust mites and carpet cleaning. I don’t have carpets, but I have friends with carpets and pets that might be interested.
I got a call from my vet today saying “Andy has returned”. What they meant was that they had his ashes for me. But for someone that reads as much vampire fiction as I do , it was a tad freaky. I couldn’t go get his ashes today. I was just too sad. I miss my cat.
Lots of people have told me that I took great care of him. Which I appreciate. But I miss him and wouldn’t mind having him around. How ever good I was to him, or what ever happy place he maybe ; it doesn’t matter. I am sad for me , not him.
I keep thinking of two stories– Pet Cemetery is the first. Somehow it seems normal that if you come back, you come back wrong. Even if you believe in reincarnation – you don’t come back the same, but in a new form with new things to learn to take you forward on your journey. And then in BTVS, when they brought back Buffy the Scooby Gang made an illogical assumption – they assumed she was in Hell. Really , she was fighting true evil and sacrificed her life for her sister i don’t see Hell being the reward for that. But the Scooby gang had to make hat assumption in order to bring her back.
Anyway, today is sad. Grieving seems to be a self-center emotion. Which is ok. It just means ther isn’t much to do to fix it.
But I do have a question. I will shortly have three small boxes of cat ashes on the mantel. I think I need to do something else with them