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My lovely hubby has always been a relaxed person. In fact, that’s one of the things that first attracted me to him. He was a big guy with a heart to match and an easy going smile.
So, it makes sense that when I thought of starting our vegan diet, he’d be more easy going about the entire thing than I was. While I cut out everything remotely related to animals, he would sneak in the occasional cheeseburger and call himself a ‘relaxed vegan’. I must truly be smitten with the guy because I really couldn’t get mad at him. Being vegan is not something I’d push on anyone.
However, relaxed vegan just went to the doctor’s to find out the results of his blood analysis…And guess who’s cholesterol is down to normal range now?
If we were having coffee, I’d be on my second cup…and loving it. Since I seldom have 2 cups, the second one is sheer luxury. One more reason to love the weekends.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that this particular weekend is my hubby’s birthday and, though he just got a very spiffy new truck, we’ll probably do something to celebrate…we just don’t know what right now. Any suggestions? He’s pretty set on seeing a movie and I, being my outgoing, extrovert self, want nothing to do with that.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you work just gave me a change in my position for next year…and it’s one that no other colleague wants, so I have to study, literally study all this stuff to learn how to do it right. I’ve already started and I can tell you the subject is dreadful. I can see why no one wants this position and that I will definitely make mistakes. This is no easy walk in the park. Wish me luck.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that River, at the ripe old age of 5, is starting to become quite the grump. Just like his mother, he wants nothing to do with the outside world and will only leave the house when his bladder absolutely demands it. He’s also developed quite a taste for kisses and demands those more and more frequently. Finally, he’s starting to ignore his father and will only listen to yours truly. This last issue doesn’t sit well with my lovely hubby who believes I have spoiled him silly.
Isn’t it lovely to just sit, talk and have a lovely cup of coffee? The only thing that could make this better would be a book…but then I’d be ignoring you and that’s just not right. How was your week? Any news on your end? Talk to me.
It has a roof and walls and everything.
We had tons of dirt. Not just outside either. It managed to sneak into the house and join the dog hair that we already have. The results weren’t pretty.
So, now we have a structure. And it’s super exciting.
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how yours is. I was at a coffee shop only yesterday and got a terrible cup of java that made me regret ordering it. Unfortunately, I’m one of those people who hates to complain…so I just added more milk and drank as much as I could. I wasn’t about to critique the efforts of the poor teen behind the counter.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I just finished reading ‘On Second Thought’ by Kristan Higgins and I absolutely loved it. It’s the second book I read from her that’s a little different from her usual books and I think it’s only an improvement. The last two books have been an almost mix of chick-lit and romance and I think Kristan Higgins has hit it out of the ball park with each of them. I hope she writes more like these and soon. They were awesome.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that our garage is almost done and I was actually able to put my Jeep inside today…and it stayed dry. My husband and I spend a delightful 20 minutes sweeping the inside and just enjoying the place. I know, sweeping? But the entire garage is empty, dry-walled and looks super clean and tidy. Sweeping it was an excuse to just admire every corner and inch.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that yesterday we had a terrible storm. So bad, I stayed up watching the radar online for the obvious tornado until I was so tired, I couldn’t care less if a funnel cloud or the Rapture was coming.
How about you? How are things on your end?
Before we started our garage construction, I never really thought about how a garage was built. The concept of building permits, variances, inspections and cost never once entered my mind. In fact, I remember not even liking garages at one point.
My, how things change.
We now have a building, attached next to our house, with insulation, dry wall and floor. It’s incredible to me because only a few weeks ago, we had a hole and a ton of dirt. Now we have an actual building. And it’s full of interesting parts.
There are doors, windows, frames, places where the lights will go. There are tons of different materials and somehow, it’s all orderly and makes sense. It’s also incredibly neat and tidy. I love neat and tidy.
It looks like a garage and I’m pretty excited about it. A garage. Who would have ever thought I’d say a garage is a thing of beauty?
This is another unusual read for me. I picked up this book and got caught up in the premise. What happens when a renowned Harvard professor gets diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease. How does she cope? How does her family cope? How do priorities change and how does the way they relate to each other change?
Alice Howland is that Harvard professor. She’s known far and wide for her knowledge and insight. She leads a very busy, fulfilling life with her husband, also a hard-working professional and their three grown children.
We meet her as she’s rushing from one conference to another, presenting here, lecturing there. She’s professional, intelligent, able to multitask…and then she can’t remember a word at her presentation. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened to everyone at least once, but it keeps happening to Alice. Then there are the little things that she just can’t find and one day, she gets lost while running the same, familiar route.
Not being stupid, Alice realizes something is wrong and goes to check it out. The doctor not only confirms something is wrong, he explains it has probably been wrong for quite some time, she has just been able to cope because she’s very intelligent and she hasn’t noticed.
Once Alice finds out her diagnosis, the book becomes a map through the coping mechanisms of Alice and her family. We get to see it all through Alice…though she isn’t always the most reliable witness and gets worse as her illness progresses. She forgets who the characters in the book are and, at times, we have to decipher where she is or who she’s talking to from clues in her description.
The relationships in the family change with the illness. The relationship that I found most interesting was the one with her youngest daughter. Alice’s most troubling daughter, Lydia slowly becomes a supportive ally. Alice has to learn to think differently when she can’t simply use dialogue and words to analyze others. And through her new lenses, she sees things in Lydia that she had missed before.
This is definitely not a romance book or something I would normally read but I found it fascinating. One, it was really realistic. I could tell the author had done her research on the disease. Two, it was paced really well and we went from not knowing to knowing, organically and smoothly. And finally, the writing was magnetic. I really couldn’t put the thing down. I wanted to know what was going to happen and what the result would be for Alice.
Certainly, it’s not a book I’d recommend for someone searching for romance. It’s a book I’d recommend for someone looking for an interesting, quick, captivating read. It’s a story of a family coping with a life-changing event and how their relationships alter and change as they do. The book’s portrait of the illness is respectful but still manages to carry a punch in the story. All of it added up for a great read for me and explains why the book became not only a New York Times Bestseller but also a movie.
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If we were having coffee, I’d be on my second cup. We had people over last night and I’m still recovering from the trauma (introvert much?). I have a headache–probably from the fire, not the people–and feel exhausted.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m having trouble ditching my vegan diet. It’s a very odd thing. I’ll get a plate of something with cheese and go to eat it and think of what that cheese will turn into and I just can’t eat it. I’m not even talking meat or chicken! My ever-helpful hubby has decided that it’s sink or swim time for me and he has this planned for lunch…
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that the weather is nuts and we’re literally under a heat wave now. It includes both heat and humidity so our humidex factor is something obscenely high–as in you’d better morph into a camel hot. So, once more, we Canadians go from boots to sandals.
If we were having coffee, not too long would pass before I’d start rambling on about my doggies and how cute they were last night…until River sat too close to the fire and an ember landed on his fur…and I freaked out and dowsed him with the emergency water bucket…well…I’ve never seen him run that fast. But, in my defence, dog fur is incredibly flammable.
My lovely hubby has invited friends over and…well, I want to hide.
I’m terrible, I know. I can’t act like a two year-old and run away. I have to be a graceful hostess, smile and greet people. But I want to hide in the bedroom and pretend I’m sick.
I’m an introvert. I love writing, reading, painting and petting my dogs. I work with people, so I figure the weekends are my time, mine. I like to hide and nest until the week and work force me back out again.
Today, in about an hour, I will have to face people. Lots of people. In my house. And I don’t like it.
Could I pretend to be sick?
The truth is groups of people terrify me.
They are coooomiiinnngggg….
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’m worried for our planet. This week has had terrible news, not just in our ability to not hurt the planet but also not hurt each other. It saddens me and I worry for us and for future generations.
If we were having coffee, I would find it hard not to sit quietly for a minute or two in silent contemplation of what has just happened to the UK. It’s just so sad. If it never happened again, it’d be too soon.
But I wouldn’t want to depress you. What coffee would you be drinking? I’d have a lovely cafe au lait. It’s a wonderful mixture of coffee and steamed milk that just reminds me of Europe and never fails to make me feel better.
I’d tell you that work has never been busier and for some reason that appeals to me (obviously, I need therapy). I’d tell you that our dogs are both blowing their coats at once and, with the dirt from our garage construction, the inside of our house now looks an awful lot like the outside. Just dirt everywhere.
I’d also tell you that my hubby has bought a big truck and he’s now getting buyer’s remorse. I, on the other hand, I’m super excited about it. Truck! And blue! Cool!
Finally, I’d try to get you to smile…or maybe this is more for me than for you.
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