musings

Lookee here, it's September already! My Grandmama used to say "lookee here." She also said "that's a ticket" when I did something right. Without even meaning to, I use those same phrases occasionally. When I was a child, one of my goals in life was to be a crazy old lady like my Grandmama. Mostly I think I've made it. That makes me happy.

Being in school has many advantages. It gives me structure. It challenges and stretches me to grow in many ways. One of the ancillary benefits is that it helps the moods of the seasons. August and February are typically really bad months for me, but this year both months seemed to float on by without seasonal affective insanity. There was plenty of other insanity going on, as usual, but not that sense of doom I typically associate with August and February.

And speaking of growing in many ways, not all growth is positive. For example, take the growth of girth. Please. I'm a stress eater, and prefer the Santa Claus diet* above all else. Now that school is back in session, I find myself having to squeeze into the desks. It isn't a pretty thing, nor is it comfortable. I need to make sure there is a chair for me to use in those classrooms with the one piece desks. I can turn the desk around, sit in the chair in front of the desk, and use the desktop that way. My book bag can sit on the desk seat. Maybe all the walking around campus will help me "reduce," as my Grandmama used to say. Maybe eating more fresh fruits and veggies and whole grains, and much less cookie and ice cream will help me reduce. It's a thought.

I attended three of my five classes yesterday. Today I go to the other two. So far, so good. All of the classes except one look very good. I have three psychology classes, one sociology class, and a Theater and Film class. I need the humanities/fine arts credit from that theatre class. I don't mind the subject at all, and it has the potential to be interesting. It's a large class, though, and the majority of my classmates are freshmen. That's a match made in hell. Anyway, we shall see what we shall see.

*Milk and cookies, of course. Though I prefer coffee with my cookies. I get my dairy supply from ice cream.

It' a hardware problem

My keyboard needs to change its diet. The current diet of cat hair and cookie crumbs is causing some of the keys to act wonky.

A cautionary tale about snacking and blogging

I make a really good ginger snap cookie. It's a recipe I got from Mama, which is ironic because Mama never made them. I have no idea where she got the recipe from, but my copy of it is on a 4x6 card in her handwriting. Thankfully that is not my only copy, because that one is in sad shape; faded almost beyond reading, stained, creased. If you want I'll post the recipe.

But I didn't come here to talk about cookies exactly. It's my blog, so I'll talk about me! Me eating cookies. On Monday morning after I got home from my morning route I got in my nest and started blogging. I'd made some fresh coffee and wanted a few cookies to go with it. A heavenly combination, btw, coffee and ginger snaps. Have you ever sat down in front of a good TV show with a bag of chips, popcorn, or box of cookies? One is likely to concentrate more on the screen than on what or how much one is eating. Hmm. Yup, I'm like that when I'm on the computer. I considered getting just a few cookies out, putting them on a plate, and restricting myself that way. Didn't happen. I put the container right beside me and picked them up, one by one, dunked them in coffee, and devoured the delicious spicy crispy goodness. No one can eat just one! No, I didn't eat all of them, but I ate way way more than I should have.

With that in mind, and only a few cookies left, yesterday I decided to snack wiser. I'm usually hungry when I'm done with work for the morning so I wanted something to eat. I got a cup of Gatorade and dug out my box of prunes. I like prunes. They're like big juicy extravagant raisins. And after eating so many cookies the day before I was feeling the need for the services typically associated with prunes. So there I am, bloggety blog, snickety snack. Paying about as much attention to how many prunes I ate as I had the day before with cookies. I finished the box; probably 1 to 1.5 cups of prunes. I was sure to drink plenty of fluid, having previously made the mistake of eating prunes without sufficient hydration. Bloggety blog... Oh, it's time to go! I emptied my bladder (it's a long bus route) and tootled off to work.

Do you know how fast prunes work on a body's digestive system? I suppose it varies, person to person, situation to situation. Last time I snacked on prunes I don't remember them working so quickly. It's a long bus route. Things were touch and go and ouch for a little while there, but I made it home alright. I was very glad to get home. I feel much better now, thank you.