For the past week I’ve had to be on antibiotics. They require two pills a day with food, breakfast and dinner, and that I not have dairy on either side for two hours.
Try to have breakfast without dairy. No butter, no cereal, no egg. And Friday night is homemade pizza night with really good mozzarella cheese from the Italian market down the street. Forget it. So lunch became my cheese fix.
The other day I popped in for lunch at one of our favorite restaurants and they laughed at me for needing a “cheese fix.”
I thought of going vegan and eliminating dairy for a couple of months, but have not because it’s too important to me and a source of Vitamin D and I don’t drink milk. My solution ended up being Pro Bar Meals (hear that, ladies?) both Superfruit Slam and one decadent chocolate. One must eat food with antibiotics and these are tasty and filling. The ladies to whom I refer were our neighbors in the Rockies and they marketed wonderful SmartWool socks and ProBars. I received them as gifts when I took their pup out for a walk. I miss those gals!
Antibiotics always messed up my system by eliminating all the good bacteria along with the bad, throwing the baby out with the bath water so to speak. Yogurt was out of the question so I asked the pharmacist what was the best probiotic (Doc’s orders) and yesterday my husband started taking it daily as well and has seen a difference in 12 hours. He’s concerned he’s “stealing” it from me. I said we can always get more just a few blocks away.
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Things are going to change a bit around here. We’re starting with the bedroom and boxes and my husband just ordered a 40″ monitor/tv. We’ve got tons of space in our bedroom so I want to move his desks in there with monitor/tv and some of his favorite pictures so on the occasional day he works from home he has an en suite bath and can close the door to all the noise made by me and dog Zoe. He thinks I’m taking his office. I’m not. Most of the time he uses the computer lying on the bed so I’m doing him a favor.
Then I get rid of more boxes and move my desk from the living room to the guest room/office with all my pictures. I’m having three long photos of Greece: Korfu, Zakynthos and Lefkada framed to be picked up Monday. Plus I’ve tons of other stuff covered from dust with towels that we need to put up.
Jim gets the Brooklyn Bridge photo and my recently framed crayon drawing (age five) of the tin man, lion, scarecrow and me/Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Oddly with all the art and heritage quilts we have, this is his favorite.
I’ll probably end up with framed works up to the ceiling in “my” new office. I’ll be able to move the dining room where my desk is now and take advantage of our view. Also make room for a chair and floor lamp in our “open concept” space by the kitchen with a chair that fits the tall man for reading and conversation. I’m thinking a chair that turns into a recliner but doesn’t look like one. It’s not your grandfather’s Barcalounger but a proper chair.
Now I just have to empty/store boxes, shred old work papers, donate to St. Vincent de Paul. That’s where our working CRT tv will go, to a good home.
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Jim’s (and for 11 years my) grandma, Nanny, had a birthday yesterday. Five years ago I brought in a western singer, the extraordinarily talented Ms. Juni Fisher to sing for her. She doesn’t need any physical gifts so was going to a concert last night. No word from our brother yet. Only strings, “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” music, and her great-grandkids were playing violin. We paid the utilities for the band so I hope they wished her a happy birthday!
I figured that in the 80-year range experiences are more important than calling the local florist so I thought outside the box and made it happen. We actually did send a physical component because when I called to say “Happy Birthday” she said she wanted something different for her Thanksgiving at which at least 60 people are served turkey and ham and brisket and so many wonderful desserts that’ll clog your heart just thinking of them.
I found a used set of Kubb (pronounced KOOB), an outdoor chess game invented by Swedish Vikings. I got it because my husband played it at a corporate function and liked the fact that it was for all ages and doesn’t require any specific athletic abilities. There are a LOT of kiddos at Thanksgiving. This wood looks older and has been treated to prevent it from weather damage. Apparently one stakes out a small area, sets up wooden blocks then uses pins to knock over those blocks then capture “The King.” We’ll see. Hope the kids and adults like it. It will certainly be different than riding four-wheelers and shooting skeet, or playing tennis or Risk.
Yes, we have really raucous thanksgivings with our iced tea et al. One year the grands (there are five plus me) laid down in a darkened living room and told stories. Do you know that the girls put my husband down a laundry chute? He’s now much taller and bigger and that will not happen again. My husband was having back trouble so was laying on the floor and the others joined us and it was a magical time. At one point one of their 15 kids ran through and said that an older, much bigger cousin had “disrespected him” in a football game. Their mothers just laughed and let them work it out.
Yes, I’m up at three but actually had a short nap yesterday afternoon. I do hope you are sound asleep (depending on whether you’re in Japan, Germany, the UK or US of A (yes I read my stats) and enjoying your weekend. Cook something! Dee