The Witchcraft of FreeDragon
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
My Day
I'm sure that since I spend so much time away from the Internet some of you are probably wondering what, exactly, I do all day. Here's what I did today:
Woke up around 4:30am because that's what time Kevin gets up for work. I did Palates because the less awake I am the less I will be able to talk myself out of exercising. I fixed Kevin's lunch and went back to bed. In a little while he brought me a cup of coffee. At 5:20 he gave me an insulin injection. I am perfectly capable of giving myself the shot, but he likes to do it. He feels like he is 'taking care of me' I think Kevin might have white knight syndrome.
Around 6ish I went for a walk because three different diabetics have told me that walking 2-3 miles a day can lower my sugar by at least 100 points. So far I managing 2 miles, but every day I walk a little farther. I walk rain or shine, in the wind with my skirt billowing around me, in the heat slapping at bugs. I keep an eye out for snakes and fast cars while sweating. I hate it. I am a lay on the couch and read kind of girl. But I will do whatever is necessary to lower my sugar.
I came home, wished I wasn't so sweaty, and ate breakfast. I tested my sugar which was 124 (almost normal!) Then I gathered up laundry and went to the laundry mat. We just got a new washer in December. It died right before I went into the coma and three different repairmen have been out to fix it. Only the last one was able to get the machine working again and after a week it went ka-put. Again. Supposedly we are now getting a brand new washer because after 3 service calls That-Big-Home-Improvement-Store-That-Starts-With-An-L is supposed to replace what is clearly a defective machine. The problem is the first guy didn't turn in his paperwork so the store says we have only had 2 service calls. I thought they got paid by the call so he must be both dumb and poor.
After laundry time I washed dishes, gave the dogs more water, made the beds, did some magic, then sat down with my guitar. While I was in the hospital I decided I should go ahead and do everything I wanted to do while I still have time. So last week I bought the prettiest guitar I could afford and now my fingers are very sore. But I am determined to succeed. Kevin showed me how to hold the strings properly and now I can hold down a string or two and (most of the time) make a decent sound.
Next I did some sewing, harvested herbs so I could make tea, did the dusting, then went to my parent's house for lunch. I took another walk with my father.
I came here, to the library, turned in my book, wrote this post, and my next stop will be the dollar store for candles. When I get home I will wrap Kevin's birthday present (he's 38 today), then I will cook hamburgers for tomorrow's supper (he's grilling tonight), pack my lunch, and probably cook my breakfast.
Then I plan to have another walk, this time to the pond so the dogs can swim.
So now you know.
Woke up around 4:30am because that's what time Kevin gets up for work. I did Palates because the less awake I am the less I will be able to talk myself out of exercising. I fixed Kevin's lunch and went back to bed. In a little while he brought me a cup of coffee. At 5:20 he gave me an insulin injection. I am perfectly capable of giving myself the shot, but he likes to do it. He feels like he is 'taking care of me' I think Kevin might have white knight syndrome.
Around 6ish I went for a walk because three different diabetics have told me that walking 2-3 miles a day can lower my sugar by at least 100 points. So far I managing 2 miles, but every day I walk a little farther. I walk rain or shine, in the wind with my skirt billowing around me, in the heat slapping at bugs. I keep an eye out for snakes and fast cars while sweating. I hate it. I am a lay on the couch and read kind of girl. But I will do whatever is necessary to lower my sugar.
I came home, wished I wasn't so sweaty, and ate breakfast. I tested my sugar which was 124 (almost normal!) Then I gathered up laundry and went to the laundry mat. We just got a new washer in December. It died right before I went into the coma and three different repairmen have been out to fix it. Only the last one was able to get the machine working again and after a week it went ka-put. Again. Supposedly we are now getting a brand new washer because after 3 service calls That-Big-Home-Improvement-Store-That-Starts-With-An-L is supposed to replace what is clearly a defective machine. The problem is the first guy didn't turn in his paperwork so the store says we have only had 2 service calls. I thought they got paid by the call so he must be both dumb and poor.
After laundry time I washed dishes, gave the dogs more water, made the beds, did some magic, then sat down with my guitar. While I was in the hospital I decided I should go ahead and do everything I wanted to do while I still have time. So last week I bought the prettiest guitar I could afford and now my fingers are very sore. But I am determined to succeed. Kevin showed me how to hold the strings properly and now I can hold down a string or two and (most of the time) make a decent sound.
Next I did some sewing, harvested herbs so I could make tea, did the dusting, then went to my parent's house for lunch. I took another walk with my father.
I came here, to the library, turned in my book, wrote this post, and my next stop will be the dollar store for candles. When I get home I will wrap Kevin's birthday present (he's 38 today), then I will cook hamburgers for tomorrow's supper (he's grilling tonight), pack my lunch, and probably cook my breakfast.
Then I plan to have another walk, this time to the pond so the dogs can swim.
So now you know.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Uppity Woman
The welcome to Tallapoosa County sign is in my front yard. Sort of. It is on the road side and it's a little pass the house, but I still think of it as being in the front yard because it's what people see when they pull into the drive way.
One day I came home and saw a political sign under the county sign urging me to re-elect the county commissioner. I understand people running for office have to campaign somehow, but I wished the people who stick those signs all over Earth would get permission before driving stakes in the ground. Anyway, I was annoyed, but I decided to ignore it.
Then we had one of our famous storms with strong wind and hail. The political sign blew over.
Sunday, as I was getting out of the truck, I saw a red pick up slow down then stop by the county sign. An older man in a neon green shirt, khaki shorts, tennis shoes, and a ball cap got out with a new political sign in his hand. Thinking he was a campaign worker, I started running across my yard yelling, "Don't put that in my yard!"
Turns out I was yelling at the County Commissioner himself.
He was nice about it. He took his sign and left. But he probably thinks I yanked his sign out of the ground and stomped on it.
When Kevin got him I asked him if he thought I was a bitch. He said, and I quote, "You're one hell of a woman."
I decided I'm uppity. And I like it that way.
One day I came home and saw a political sign under the county sign urging me to re-elect the county commissioner. I understand people running for office have to campaign somehow, but I wished the people who stick those signs all over Earth would get permission before driving stakes in the ground. Anyway, I was annoyed, but I decided to ignore it.
Then we had one of our famous storms with strong wind and hail. The political sign blew over.
Sunday, as I was getting out of the truck, I saw a red pick up slow down then stop by the county sign. An older man in a neon green shirt, khaki shorts, tennis shoes, and a ball cap got out with a new political sign in his hand. Thinking he was a campaign worker, I started running across my yard yelling, "Don't put that in my yard!"
Turns out I was yelling at the County Commissioner himself.
He was nice about it. He took his sign and left. But he probably thinks I yanked his sign out of the ground and stomped on it.
When Kevin got him I asked him if he thought I was a bitch. He said, and I quote, "You're one hell of a woman."
I decided I'm uppity. And I like it that way.
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