All of my life I’ve had fluctuating weight. It is not unusual for me to gain, lose, and then regain twenty pounds, or more, every year. Because of this, I keep at least three different sizes of clothing at hand. When people give the advice “if you haven’t worn it in six months, get rid of it” I ignore them. Most of my clothes are “classic” style that never go out of style. I could not afford to keep buying new clothes every year when my size changes!
When I lived in New England, my weight gain often coincided with winter, and I called it my “winter weight.” That really did not seem to be related to what I ate, or what activities I participated in. My doctor always seemed to be fine with my weight, whatever it was. Interestingly enough, for about the past twenty years, I have been “borderline diabetic” which means that my A1C count was “almost” at the diabetic level. The doctor always had someone from staff call me with the blood test results, and counsel me on what foods to eat, what foods to avoid, and counsel weight loss. Even when my weight was below the accepted normal weight for a woman my age and height!
What has been frustrating is that I have always eaten the “right foods” and avoided the “bad foods” and it makes no difference in my A1C levels. I would have to say that my weight fluctuations have been related to medications that I have been on, and related to stress levels. Sometimes I stress-eat. Sometimes I stress-fast. Whatever. No matter what my weight has been, since I started having children, my doctor has never told me to my face (and the official guidelines for healthy weight for a woman my age always say I am within the normal range) that I need to change my weight. The last time my doctor was concerned was when I was pregnant, and he told me I was gaining too much weight too fast. So I stopped eating a donut for a between breakfast and lunch snack, and switched to yogurt. Problem solved.
One of the interesting things about getting together with extended family for holiday celebrations, is how many of the family members feel that they need to comment on my weight. Most of them are critical of my weight, no matter what weight I am at the time. That makes family gatherings very interesting for me. Knowing that my family cares is fine, but it is hard to keep from feeling defensive all of the time about my weight when my doctor keeps telling me that I am fine (except for being borderline diabetic, which seems to simply be a forever state of being for me!)
A while back, I was given an electric wine bottle opener as a gift. Now, I don’t drink wine very often. Nobody else that lives with me drinks wine, and I hate to drink alone. I don’t like opening a bottle of wine and drinking the whole bottle by myself, and I end up wasting a lot of the wine.
When I do drink wine, I like the sweet, dessert wines. I just don’t enjoy tart, dry wines – they make me pucker up! Red wines give me a headache! And, on top of all of that, removing the corks from the bottles of wine has always been difficult for me.
As I was saying at the beginning of this post, I was given an electric wine bottle opener as a gift. I have only used it about six times since I received it, but, let me tell you this – I think it is just about the handiest wine-bottle related gadget ever invented!
We had guests over to the house yesterday, to join us for dinner, and help us to celebrate Thanksgiving. I asked a few of them if they would join me in a glass of wine. The wine was a gift a couple of weeks ago from a new friend. He had made the wine himself, and I was curious to try it out! Having received several “yes” answers, I got out my Ozeri Extravo electric wine bottle opener and used it to open the bottle of wine. I asked my son (yes, he’s an adult) to make a video of me opening the bottle of wine. Here is the video!
Isn’t that cool? It is easy to use, and it works great!
I can remember in High School, I decided to take Spanish as my foreign language. Back then, we could only choose between French and Spanish. My high school counselor advised me to take Spanish, saying that the experts projected that more people from Hispanic countries were going to be settling into the area, and that I would actually find myself using Spanish in real life on a daily basis, whereas chances of me using French on a daily basis were less likely.
I can remember for a time, after graduating High School, working at Levitz Furniture in Merrifield (yes, the one that got hit by a tornado on April 1, 1973.) I was one of the “Front Office Girls” and one of our duties was to call customers when their special order had arrived, and arrange for the customer to either come and pick up their order, or to arrange for a delivery date. There were quite a few times that some of my co-workers were making those phone calls while I was waiting on customers at the counter, and they would end up asking me to come provide my translation services to the customer that they had on the telephone.
I was quite pleased to be able to remember enough of my High School Spanish to be able to talk with those customers to let them know that their order had arrived. Unfortunately, my Spanish language skills got very rusty when I lived in New England for twenty-nine years! I regret not keeping up with the language. I’ve tried several times to find some affordable courses in the area that would help me to refresh my skills. There have been many times since we moved back here from New England that I wished I could speak Spanish more fluently! I think that the demand for translation services in this area are going to continue to grow!
Yesterday, on my way into Warrenton to go to the laundromat (yes, my washing machine is broken, thanks Obama!) I was pleasantly surprised to see Forrest Whorton and his horse Zeke standing vigil in recognition of the anniversary of the September 11 tragedy, in the median strip on Lee Highway. I was so lucky to be able to stop for a couple of minutes and take some pictures of him. I have seen him in the past, standing vigil, during other patriotic occassions, but never had the chance to stop and take photos.
This time, I not only managed to stop and take photos, I had the opportunity to talk with him, shake his hand, and thank him for what he was doing, and has done. I introduced myself, and asked him for his name. He told me his name, and his horse’s name. I patted Zeke for a couple of minutes, and a very nice lady that happened by offered to take some photos of us together, which was very nice. I won’t share any of those photos here, but I am sharing one of the photos that I took.
Recently I ordered a pretty shirt online from Amazon. The bodice of the shirt is covered with embellishments consisting of small shiny discs that I would guess are plastic. When I took the shirt out of the plastic bag it arrived in, many of the little discs fell off of the shirt. Some stayed in the bag, some came out of the bag and dropped all over the floor. Where the little discs used to be on the shirt, are little round dots of the adhesive that failed to hold the discs on. (Photo above of the shirt.)
I complained to the merchant at Amazon, and they are going to send me a replacement (if they can find one that doesn’t shed the embellishments) or a refund. So I expect that will be resolved. However, I am tempted to try to re-glue those little discs to the shirt. My question to you, folks, is, what would you suggest I use to remove the bad dots of glue from the shirt, and what EXACT brand and name of adhesive would you use to try to re-attach these little guys? I have no experience in this, but I’m thinking Arlene’s Fabric Fusion. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, if you have had good luck with an adhesive product in a situation like this!