Good morning all! I am in the studio with DH (which is where our respective computers reside); he is working on a gigantic canvas, and we are listening to Paul Simon and Ladysmith Black Mombasa, and it’s very hard to sit still....on top of which I have drunk three (count ‘em - 3) cupsa cawfee, and am bouncing about wondering if this excess energy will perhaps aid my painfully slow weight loss....ahhhh, I suppose not, as the bouncing is primarily mental (although there is a little inconsistent and primarily unconscious shoulder movement and foot spasms going on from time to time). ANYWAY, I have been over to DD3’s where I fed their khats and (ack) cleaned out their litter box, which in all honesty, could have been a lot worse than it was, but still, just the idea of cleaning a foreign khat’s litter is somewhat off-putting, isn’t it? And of course ONE of her khats, acquired when she was a sophomore in college and thus lived with yours truly from itty bitty kittenhood to grown khatness until DD established a home of her own (My gosh! She’s turning 30 in October! That makes the khat 10 years old!) so he isn’t exactly foreign, but khat # 2, named Jasmine by my GD and called “Jazz”, which never fails to evoke images with me of “All That Jazz”, Bob Fosse, and what a great job Roy Scheider did in the movie role, has never lived with me, and thus holds “foreign khat” status in my sheltered little philosophy of life with pets. So, while cleaning up behind her is impossible to distinguish between cleaning up after “Old Siggie” (Sigmund) it still makes me a little squeamish. Yes, I KNOW I am slightly eccentric and maybe even crazy at times, but I DO have these strange little twists and turns of the psyche and I’ve learned to live with them.

Now, I need to change the subject. A discussion of khat boxes simply has no place here on 3FC! Mea culpa. (I need to stop typing what I’m thinking, eh?)

SO, yes,
Lynn you’re right....I’ve also made note of the fact that if you should actually succeed in dropping below 150 #’s with the WW point system, you are
rewarded by being allowed fewer points! If that isn’t a non-incentive, I don’t know what is! But, unfortunately it seems to reflect the way our bodies function, which I’m beginning to find quite annoying, here. Surely somebody could’ve come up with some design improvements by now?
Sue, I can’t imagine even
bothering to entertain such unpleasant people. I guess there must be some reason why you feel obligated to, but in all honesty, the older I get, the less I feel the need to tolerate people with whom I have nothing in common, and in fact dislike. Maybe it has something to do with feeling that time is simply too precious at my age to waste it with those sorts of folks. (Of course, it may be that I’m just growing more crochety and difficult as I age, but I have no intention, I‘m afraid, of “going gentle into that good night....” (thank you Dylan Thomas).

Welcome aboard,
Lindy! This is where we come and let it all hang out. Feel free. (You may have noticed that I’m a HUGE kvetcher and whiner, but it’s SUCH fun!)

Hey
Meowee-Linda! Yup, the weather has been strange for sure. Global warming, doncha know? Yay, Gore! (The man is so much smarter than the Republicans want to give him credit for.....oops. No more politics, I SWEAR!)
Tee,
Phyl,
Jo-annie,
Cat...hey, girlies! Hiya
Gayle!
Okay, so ONE thing doing the WW point system seems to be doing for me is creating this overwhelming craving for fresh vegetables. After doing my regular grocery shopping yesterday, I drove @ ten miles out into the country to a farm stand and bought fresh tomatoes (The neighbors are home....no more late-night commando raids on their garden), zucchini & summer squash (small & delicate, NOT the size of baseball bats!) eggplant, cukes, onions, an two ears of corn which I shall cook for DH for supper this evening (somehow, when I’m dieting, I feel REALLY VIRTUOUS when someone is eating something that I really shouldn’t/don’t want to eat). I had a very late lunch - I cut up and cooked one zucchini, one summer squash, a small onion with a little garlic, some fresh ground pepper, and pretend butter in a small frying pan, ate that with TWO THICK SLICES of fresh tomato (yeah!) and Boca burger. It was soooooooo good! I am developing a new appreciation for fresh veggies - just in time for them all to be out of season, eh? My life has been one long series of bad timing episodes...
Okay, it’s almost noon. Looks like it’s not going to rain (It was overcast earlier) so I guess I’ll have myself a bike ride.
Have a great day, all you wonderful
GG’s, you!
TTFN,
Z 