The world is more peaceful and more free under my leadership -- G.W.
Bush, White House, October 2003
We went down to see my Aunt Wanda for her birthday on Saturday. We had a nice, quiet visit, ordered Chinese food, had a wonderful dinner, and got home around 11:00. We slept in yesterday morning, until nearly 10:00.
Lisa applied some polyurothane to the little guy's chest that we're going to send his blanket in, and then we put new stain on two of my end tables (that I've had for 25+ years). They had scratches and nicks and bumps in them and, being that they're pine, they showed those imperfections really, really well. The new stain colored and hid many of those sins and, from just a few feet away, they look like new pieces of furniture.
I knocked out a quick cloth, for something small and fun to do. I did it in white. I'm not looking for any huge projects anytime soon, although I have promised Lisa I'd try to do a sweater.
We did a lot of picking up, weeding out, dusting, and just sort of low-keyed cleaning. I re-organized my knitting supplies, inventoried my yarn, put all the loose patterns in a binder, and collected up all of the stitch markers laying around and got them into a container.
Oh, sure, it's not nearly as exciting as sassy's pen adventure, but we just don't like living that close to the edge.
I'm back on the Provera again. Not only am I de-railed on my weight loss quest, but I'm so G.D. tired I can't stand it. The last time I went on the stuff, I gained 13 lbs. and have yet to lose it. I'd dropped 6 lbs. since the first of the year and, within two days of going back on the shit, I was back up 2 lbs. I'm back up to the original weight I started at the beginning of the month. No point in even trying to diet until I'm off the shit -- which will be the end of the week.
The idea is to force a period, since it's been 3 months again since I last had one. My GYN tells me that as long as there are eggs, I need to do this every 3 months or so, or run a risk of uterine cancer.
Not only do I gain weight, but I'm so frickin' tired I can't stand it. I feel like I haven't slept in years. I'm sluggish, dull-witted, and just generally drained. (Not like the dull-witted could be blamed on the Provera, though.)
We're going to the Home Depot Do-It-Herself Workshop tonight with my foster sister. I put on a crockpot of "white chili" and we'll have dinner early, then make our way to the Home Depot. We really needed to go yesterday for some stuff but decided to wait until after today, as we usually get 10% off coupons at these workshops. Hey, every little bit helps, eh?