I took all the healthy foods that are on my better not list over to Secondborn’s, and then she and BittyBubba and I went to Costco. I came home with goat cheese crumbles, easy on the salt, and a ginormous box of raisins.
So, maybe not the soy milk. I had significant rumblies in my tumblies last night after downing a glass at dinner. Not nausea. Not vomiting. Just a whole lot of audible discomfort that my mom would have called an organ recital. I did a little online reading, and apparently soybeans require as much work to make them nontoxic for humans as does canola oil. If you have TVP in your food storage, you might want to rethink it.
And yes, Secondborn, I am planning to get a (medical) second opinion on the dietary thing, after the first of the year. It’s not covered by my HMO, or wasn’t when I started to do it two or three years ago. I’ll check again. And I’ll save up.
I finally decided on the next knitting project: a third Gryffindor scarf, for BittyBit’s birthday in December.
The RS broadcast last night was purely and simply glorious.
Time for breakfast and then some deathbed-repentance in terms of my Primary lesson. So much for my resolution to do better this week than last. But I feel really good about how I spent my time yesterday. I did the things which were needful. And I also got 95% of the crochet cotton organized and boxed up last night, and a bit of shredding this morning.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!