
There are more to go yet, and I have two hanging baskets up already, but the baskets aren’t full enough to show right now. No, these were not store bought arrangements. These are all me doing my thing.

There are more to go yet, and I have two hanging baskets up already, but the baskets aren’t full enough to show right now. No, these were not store bought arrangements. These are all me doing my thing.

There are more, but not out so much.

This is a planting corner of my deck. Stuff might get moved around later, after dangers of frost have gone.

Claude, the petunia and railing boxes.

Mayday tree after the winds and flowering crapapple.
Some of you may know my youngest daughter is getting married in a couple of months. I need to slim down and for me, this isn’t easy. Oh ho, you cry, she eats too much, she snacks and munches and nibbles. Um no, I don’t and I am not in denial about this, I just don’t. Oh, and I don’t actually like chocholate or other candy, never eat cookies, very rarely have dessert, (maybe three of four times a year), do not buy packets of chips, let alone eat them and can’t physically eat a large meal. I am hypothyroid, which means my metabolism is really, really slow, hence the weight gain, which I counter with increasingly smaller amounts of food ingested.
The advice is to have five small meals a day. This works for the morning as I rise early and start off with museli sweetened with berries. I have also just found another cereal, some sort of granola that I mix with almonds for a brunch. After midday I might have half a sandwich, or a bowl of soup and then the problem starts as I usually skip anything else. Pop? I am aware diet sodas contain aspertame, so stay well clear of them. (This is supposed to increase weight gain more than pops sweetened with sugar as it messes with the pancreas.) Maybe three of four times a week I will have Canada Dry mixed with cranberry juice. The alternate is unsweetend grapefruit jucie, which I love and bottled water. I always have bottled water handy. Coffee? About a pot a day and only in the mornings. And yes, a couple of beers in the evening.
So, what is with this diet? The dh has seen it work with people he knows. When I look down the list of dos and don’ts I have a sinking feeling as I must raise my hand in guilt. I do love vegetables from the cabbage family, along with horseradish, peanuts, peaches, mustard and cofffee. These must be drastically cut down. I see I don’t eat enough seafood, but I will not start eating sushi, or Nori Rolls. Stroll on. The rest is doable. Another thing on the list from the friends of the dh was almonds. I don’t know why this is so, but I like them and this is not a chore.
I guess I will see how this goes as it is not a stupid diet, or a mentally taxing one, just a commonsense alteration in a few areas. Now to take some selenium, zinc and iron suppliments and then try to get on with some house painting as I would like to be pulling weeds from my yard this afternoon. (In reallity, I shall probably blast the weeds with Round-up. LOL.
I finally have a new printer/scanner/fax. Oh yeah. It won’t be fully operational until tomorrow as we have to go in to Rona to get a new wall socket for the phone line. It got broken and now will not accept a phone jack.
The VBC is a very happy cat as he gets to infest the empty box. He loves being sneaky and invisible. Everything has to be thoroughly investigated and probably personalized with fang marks.
We had a dear little silver tabby who earned the nickname of ‘the rat’. He was such a complete beast over food and would likely take a person’s hand off to get a treat. He would also growl and swipe if any other life form got near him when he was eating. It really wasn’t his fault. He was found in a box on a range road in the depths of a Canadian winter as a very baby cat of three weeks old. I hand-reared this little guy, but he was left with abiding food issues.
The rain coming down like spears today reminded me of his majesty being trapped by a sudden flash storm across the field that used to be behind our backyard. This small kitten was incensed that his furs were getting wet and he wailed long and loud. Oh yes, we heard him and rushed to his rescue. We got soaked. His majesty was only slightly damp after being saved from the evil rain.
There is a post asking what people want to read in the fantasy genre. For me, this is a mixed bag of reactions. High fantasy has been done by Tolkien and others. There are many excellent series of Urban fantasy to delight the reader. So what is it?
I like character driven books and I like some sort or reasonable explanation about how the magic exists. Beyond this, I find I am drawn to the new and different. When I read, I like to get to the point where… ‘Wow, I didn’t see that coming’. So yes, I will still go for the high fantasy and the urban fantasy, but I like to be astonished by something way outside the box.