Qu’elle matin! Except I gotta stop doing that! I did tell you all I’m learning Danish, didn’t I? Jeg kan tale lidt Dansk. (I can speak a little Danish). I’m actually zipping right along, except certain words I speak with a French accent (like interessant, which has quite a different pronunciation in both languages (means interesting). I can get the vowels and the accents right in the Danish version, but I can’t keep the R from sounding French.
So, okay. Helluva weekend, right? I don’t know if we can help from getting political. My cousin and family and congregation staged a protest at Detroit airport (lots of other people as well). In airports around the world. So there’s always a silver lining.
I wrote 4 days last week, up from three, and got good stuff done. I sorted through the leftover boxes in the sewing room and put them away, plus finally moved the other bookcase in. Took the zipper out of a vintage Hawaiian dress, (which I wore to sing backup to “Respect” accompanied by an accordion on the town green on Bicentennial Weekend. It’s a strapless red batik sundress and I wore elbow length white gloves and had to keep yanking the top up during the performance.) Got a pair of girls’ jeans for my AG trans boy, and sewed flannel patches over the pink flowers.
Went to a NAMI meeting but missed my shrink (ice storm). Oh, and best of all, I was feeling a little pudgier. Didn’t want to get on the scale but knew I had to if I was getting off track. I got on, expecting my weight to be up a couple of pounds and instead it was down two pounds! I’m now at 222.3, which means I’ve lost 27.5 pounds. Really really slowly, but really really steadily and painlessly, so det er godt. (That’s good). Faster would be nice, but since this requires only minimal effort (been off the bad stuff so long it doesn’t appeal to me, like cake and cookies etc) maybe I shouldn’t mess with success. In fact, this really isn’t a diet, it’s a lifestyle change, the way it’s supposed to be..
This week I’m going to the big city today (with Richie) – 140 miles roundtrip (and the state starts taking tax off Amazon on Wednesday, god dammit). I’m torn about this state – the taxes are so high but they pay for social services which are fabulous (except for mental health care). Sending off lots of packages (an Amazon return, a doll to the AG doll hospital
I’ve got my therapist, I’ve got tons of writing to do, and I’ve got writing business to do (major). I gotta get organized. I got a nasty shock when I received my w-2s or whatever they’re called for writers’ income. Usually I get depressed because I can’t figure out where the money went and how we’ll manage to pay the extra taxes on it. This year I’m depressed because now I know why there isn’t any money. At least we can pay the government less.
So the usual – writing, organizing, sewing. And I gotta add business to the “usual.”
The kitties are thriving – both sleep on our bed at night, between us (though I sleep so soundly I often wake up in the morning and find Lilu as curled up on my stomach).
So what’s on your agenda? Anyone working on weight stuff? How’s that coming? Hey, tomorrow let’s talk about beautifying our rusty old hulks (in my case, that is).