“One name - many meanings”
An annoying husband-habit which dear Peran has worn completely out is wryly answering “E Texas!” when folks ask about his charming accent. Bristol is our tiny unincorporated settlement as well as a prominent industrial center & port in the UK. (It annoys me bcz P is telling a little white lie, implying he’s from Bristol when he’s actually a Cornishman, but why should I care if he’s impugning his homeland?!? It’s like a Texan looking down her nose at a Californian…)
The middle schooler in me is amused that Bristol is also the name of the human fecal chart, a diagnostic tool to figure out your bowel problems. My body more & more is insisting on better treatment (dietary-wise), as I think over this past week I’ve experienced the whole spectrum: from mild constipation over the weekend (I did not want to have to sneak off into the woods when we were out on trail, setting up our judging checkpoints for the riders), to a couple of oscillations of diarrhea, bloating, & indigestion. Ugh!
I know last weekend I ate too many carbs & too much of it thanks to our excellent camp cook. Alanna made chicken enchilada casserole Fri night & lasagne Sat night. I feared that dear little Tina Fea was gonna rupture herself eating so much - I had to limit her since she did make herself sick on some rice w/onion gravy from a new recipe I tried 2 wks ago (the flavors were great, but next time I need to find a more tender yet economical cut of beef - brisket was not the correct choice!)
Heading into week 3 of PT for my back - I have not been terribly consistent on doing my exercises, but they seem to be helping. More concerning is my ongoing shortness of breath - I started using a new inhaler (Breztri) but can’t really tell much improvement (yet?). It is what it is - the dull realization has dawned on me that I’m just gonna have to manage, the cavalry’s not coming over the hill! It was discouraging when even MD-effing-Anderson had no good answers for me: “see ya in 6 mos” - yet I’ll won’t even have my co-pays paid off by then, so they will get to see me next year… Complicated by a little toxic nostalgia - Monday would’ve marked my 41st wedding anniversary if I had stayed married to H1. What a maroon I’d have been if that had happened! And Mijo’s 28th BD is coming up June 9 hopefully I will get to celebrate with him, but that old canard “A son is a son till he takes a wife” is absolute FACT. I refuse to be that overbearing, intrusive MIL, so I just text him interesting links to this & that, while waiting for him to call me. I know what William Shatner would say: GET A LIFE!!!
I need to line up my big photo dump, that gives me something nice to look back upon…
https://www.facebook.com/reel/2044138569645280/?fs=e&fs=e
If this links works, it shows one of our obstacles negotiated by riders last weekend.
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