Friday, September 11, 2009
Charlie (my golden retriever) was pretty muddy this morning. He had been for a long walk with our son yesterday, with a swim, and although completely dried off his long, magnificent coat was tangled and matted a little, especially on his chest and leggings.
I pulled out his brush and called him to me. He does not like being brushed very much, but he wants to be cooperative. I spoke to him conversationally while fluffing up his plumage and gently removing the matts, telling him what a fine dog he is: his tail moved back and forth on the floor. There were a couple of small matts behind his ears, too, and some mud on top of his head which came out with a light brushing. It's easy for goldens to get ear infections so I took out his special ear cleanser which smells minty and fresh, and followed up with the medicated ear lotion.
Charlie looked up at me hopefully; he knows that grooming sessions are followed by freeze dried liver treats! I reached for the bag on top of the fridge and put Charlie through his paces: he loves the tricks as much as the treats!
"On your mat", "come", "sit", "stay", "wait", "about", "leave it", "down" and finally "all gone" (that's the one where he gets to finish up all the crumbs). Charlie beamed up at me, and my husband watched it all with a fond expression on his face.
Taking care of Charlie is such a pleasure. He flopped down beside my kitchen chair while I sipped my coffee and read the paper. What a great start to my day.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
1. Husband -- 30 years later, what I still know for sure is that the smartest, luckiest thing I ever did was marrying Mike.
2. Kids -- works in progress (as all we are) but both terrific human beings who make me proud. And of course number one above had quite a bit to do with this item as well!
3. Sister: would never never have survived without her. What an amazing woman, and my admiration for her has only increased as I've watched her dealing with recent serious health problems with grace, dignity, courage.
4. Dog Charlie -- what a sweetie! I've loved all my dogs, heaven will be the place where I'm reunited with every one of them eventually; Fritz, Pepper, Skippy, Kabul, Ambrose, Sabrina and Rufus will also be just inside the Pearly Gates, wagging and smiling! But Charlie is the Platonic Ideal of dogs; loving, companionable, never obsequious, just understanding there is no loss of self in wanting to please others. I have learned a lot from Charlie about how to get along with people! "What would Charlie do?" Greet everyone at the door wagging and with a carefully selected toy!! Wonder what he'll have for me at those Pearly Gates?? (And nope, this isn't irreverent at all).
4. Friends. Understanding, kind, supportive and delivering kicks in the rear end as required!
5. Work colleagues. What a great group of people to share a big chunk of time with every day! And the work itself: keeps the brain ticking over and some days feels like I've been useful to someone . . .
6. Nature: sunshine in its ever-changing manifestations from sunrise to sunset throughout all of the seasons; big skies and distant vistas; birds; flowers; trees; forests; rippling fields of grass; oceans; beaches; tiny northern lakes ringed by white pines; dewy mornings; hoar frost sparkling after sleet storms . . . all of these sights plus the scents of lilac and mown lawn; the sounds of cicadas and howling winds; the textures of bark, fur, powder sand, squishy spring mud. The world is an infinitely beautiful place with the power to sustain and to console us through its sheer loveliness.
7. Food! especially fresh fruits, vegetables -- yup, really really do like these best -- and oatmeal. And dark 85% cocoa chocolate! Which is or should be a food group all its own.
8. Exercise: it makes me feel great right then, and the cumulative effect of exercise keeps me feeling great all day long. Can't buy that feeling, can't achieve it any other way than by sweating it out -- may never want to roll out of bed at 5 a.m. to go to the gym but I'm always glad that I did when it's over and I'm heading for the showers.
9. Anticipation. What's coming next? What am I planning -- what treats are on the horizon to give zest to my days? What great things will happen that I never even dreamed of? Postive anticipation is the reverse of negative worry . . . worry about stuff that may never happen -- and when it doesn't happen I never wish that I'd worried more! So the deliberate cultivation of anticipation helps me manage worry.
10. SparkPeople. This is an amazing site with remarkable resources. Yup, I really really like this virtual community of like minded people!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Latish on Friday night after a great theatre production -- it's raining on the skylight over my head and I can hear the wind howling gently. And the forecast calls for rain all weekend.
Not such a bad thing, actually -- an excellent reason to lie low, enjoy the weekend papers, drink coffee, hang out with my family.
I'm looking forward to a rainy lazy weekend!
Monday, August 03, 2009
I was thrilled to be able to play golf yesterday -- it was nine holes only, and with a power cart: but still! Beautiful evening, best company (my husband); and we stopped for a glass of wine on the patio of the club house afterwards. "Let's get some nachos, too" he suggested. And I agreed.
A huge heaping plateful of them. Ooey-gooey with lots of cheese, jalapenos, chopped sweet bell peppers, onions: and yup, inhibitions loosened by the wine probably, I ate way way too many.
Dutifully logged them into my nutrition tracker, blowing my targets for calories (natch) and fat (natch); still under for the day on protein and carbs (surprisingly). It's the first time since May I've been significantly over nutrition goals so I didn't worry too much about that. More amused with myself than anything else.
But -- I really really can't eat that way anymore. Up during the night, parched with thirst from all the sodium and a pretty upset tummy.
Didn't weigh myself today: quite certainly up with "water weight" from the sodium but can't have put on any "real" weight since a pound would require 3,500 excess calories and I was way under that.
But with the interrupted sleep, queasy tum and raging thirst that "treat" was not terrific. And I don't think I'll be tempted by nachos again anytime soon. Nachos not-so great. A useful reminder: There are better ways to celebrate than food.
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