I am having a very ranty evening.  One of those where your nearest and dearest suggests that maybe you ought to step away from the computer, take a deep breath, and save everything you just hammered into emails as drafts.

He's much saner than I am, but I am screaming from the moral high ground.  Tomorrow, I might feel otherwise, but tonight I am ( Read more... )

Who knew that a fifty-nine-year-old metabolism was different from a forty-three-year-old metabolism?  My stomach has overruled the Atkins Diet.  I cannot digest all those eggs and the ridiculous amount of meat.  My poor sweetheart was trying to be supportive, and we decided to try pork belly as an alternative to bacon, which has made me very sick ( Read more... )

The last time I had a "Get Real" moment about dieting was the oughts.  My entire life has been a cycle of dieting, so this is one of the longest stretches I've gone without some sort of regime.  I was sick of the whole thing, really.  Every morning weighing myself, fretting over what I could and couldn't eat, and then the inevitable guilt that went ( Read more... )

 Home after three weeks in Brittany, France.  We had visited Brittany back in '15, and for the record, it still is lovely.  The Breton spirit is excellent.  While the area is part of France, the Bretons don't consider themselves French.  There are all sorts of cute sayings that basically boil down to "We are Breton first and French maybe third or ( Read more... )

Today is one of those days when one's aging body lets one know that there are limits.  Unseen limits, by the by, that one somehow violated yesterday ( Read more... )

 I grew up in the middle of asphalt and concrete, in what was a middling-sized city, back in the long long ago.  When you live in a city, there are so many things you don't have to know about.  Be glad you don't.

This city kid moved to Beautiful Nowhere full time at the turn of the century.  Beautiful Nowhere is definitely NOT the city.  When we ( Read more... )

 This is me avoiding the massive clearing project in the garden.  I started it yesterday, and by "it," I mean obliterating all the volunteer plants that colonized the gravel pathways this year.  I had to wait, you see, until most of them finished flowering.  They have, and now it's time to try to be as  ruthless as possible.  I will admit up front ( Read more... )

 It's close enough to our vacation that my normal OC nature is taking over.  Everything that I personally have control over is ready.  The stuff that my sweetheart is in charge of, I hope that's ready.  The only thing I'm worrying over is the car rental.  That had to be all him, and the rental agency, which is not in the same country as the car we' ( Read more... )

 August is when gardens start to look a little bit sad here.  There are still a lot of flowers, but there are also a lot of places were flowers used to be.  The blueberries are just shy of being done.  They had an incredibly productive year, and, if pressed, I might admit that I'm a little bit tired of eating a massive bowl of berries with yogurt ( Read more... )

 My life is happy and boring, which does not make for perky little posts.  I read, I consider replying, I scroll down, and then time passes ( Read more... )