Friday, October 31, 2014
Definition of piddling: to spend time in a wasteful, trifling, or ineffective way; dawdle (often followed by around)
I copied two recipes onto my computer today. I can never find the ones I like when I need them and Yes, I am 62 years old and have to follow a recipe when I cook. At least I cook instead of eating fast food.
I took the sheets off my son's bed and our bed and have them in the basement to wash. Our son has one of our stepladders. I bought two because I have two floors in my house and I don't like having to carry a ladder up the steps. Well, I did carry one up from the basement today to get ready to wash the walls of the bathroom he used. I have the stuff I will need to make the cleaning solution in there along with the ladder and a bucket. He would smoke when he took a bath and it stinks in there. He smoked in the basement too. I didn't mind that, but now I will not allow it. He doesn't smoke inside at his new townhouse.
Princess misses him terribly. He came over last night to get some more of his stuff and to pick up his mail. I miss him too, but not knowing when I will die, I wanted him to have a place of his own. Neither he nor our daughter want this house.
My brother-in-law gave us a box of potatoes and I do have them down to where they will fit into my vegetable bin. Tonight we had potato and leek soup and night before last, we had meatloaf, mashed potatoes and brown gravy, and green beans.
I am copying the recipes onto my computer so that I can use them to make grocery lists when my husband is off work for his surgery. I also want to make and freeze meals. My way of doing this will be simply to keep track of what we eat each night and write it up on the computer. I listed all of the ingredients on Spark People, but I don't know the number of servings in either recipe and will have to figure that out. I then copied the counts for all of the ingredients to my page and will divide it out when I know the number of servings.
I got a call from the doctor's office and have to go there next week. That means a weigh-in and I may have to fast to get to where I need to be. My glucose readings are high again. Hubby has been buying potato chips and Tastykakes-both are huge temptations for me. We haven't been grocery shopping for weeks and he runs out to buy stuff and brings home ice cream and other snacks.
I had gotten rid of things for my daughter's visit over the 4th of July and happened to look up my Mom's dishes which I donated to The Salvation Army Thrift Store. The cost to replace one dinner plate was $10. My son and his girlfriend loaded up my van one night while I was at church. Now that he has his own place, he is asking what happened to this and that. He wanted a clothes steamer and I had one, but it quit working. I don't mind about Mom's dishes. They were not microwaveable and needed to be hand washed. I don't have a hutch or a plate rail to display them. I have a hutch, but it doesn't have a section with glass. We keep food in the bottom of it and our medicines in baskets on the top of it. It is not a fancy hutch, more like something for a microwave to set on.
We still haven't gotten the pool filled enough to cover it. If ice formed on the level of water where it is now, it would weaken the sides. We have to do that this weekend.
I have been exercising by doing housework and haven't been timing it. I got back to listing what I have eaten to try to get away from the damage I have been doing to myself with potato chips.
I couldn't find the cat today and I had the doors opened to my son's bedroom and bathroom. The door was open to the closet in his bedroom and she was in there sleeping. I guess she misses him too.
I keep puttering along. Hubby is wanting to help me make up our bed with clean sheets. He has been a real help with helping me to cook and doing things around the house. I can't say he is a help to me losing weight or to my diabetes. I have to learn to restrict myself because he enjoys these foods and works long and hard at his job.