Mid-week mish-mash
Let's see...
Peace.
The vet called last night; Derry's needle aspirate came back all clear, just fatty tissue as expected. Still, it was a relief.
Mom is putting the house up for sale, it will be listed as soon as all the "clutter" is cleared off surfaces, so hopefully by the end of the week. Harry's daughter and son-in-law are off this week helping her with this. Harry is/was a pack rat -- for example, Mom told me yesterday that they got rid of 90 (!) picture frames that were all over the house (with family photos in them). And another 18 more still to go. Can you imagine? I'm always so keenly aware that when I die someone has to clear out my stuff, hence the reason I like to pare it down. It also brings home to me that the "things" we place so much value on mean nothing to anyone else (unless it's a family heirloom, something to be passed on to generations). Yet we seem to attach ourselves to "things" all the time, don't we?
Harry's still in hospital and doing much better post-hip surgery, but not ready to return to private care until he can get up with the assistance of just one person (it's two right now).
I stepped on the scale this morning and groaned (and so did the scale). So I logged back in to myfitnesspal.com for the first time in nine months. I already feel like I'm starving and food obsessed--that's what I don't like about having to count every calorie (or points, whatever you choose) to lose any weight. First world problem, this excess of food. At least the number on the scale got my butt moving; I walked the 5 kms in to the office this morning, for the first time in months. I'd need to walk three hours a day to burn off the excess calories I consume daily, and that's just not doable. So I'll see how things go this time around with the calorie tracking. ::Sigh:: Have I mentioned that I'm already famished? In spite of two breakfasts? :-P
At least it was a lovely morning for a walk, and I got to snap a few pics along the way. (Mr. Cardinal was way up on the wires, hence the fuzzy capture.)
I'm sending out universal Light and "prayers" to all Beings in need at the moment, four-legged and two. May the Goddess bless you and may all be well.
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I remember getting my parents house ready for selling. Coincidentally my Dad was a pack rat too. We called "Just Junk" and they took most of the crap away with the rest my Mum didn't want divided between the three of us.
I'm so glad to hear Harry is doing better. Such a stressful time for your Mom.
Kim, I threw away our scales 20 years ago. I go by my clothes. If they start to feel a little snug, I cut back.
It is beautiful today for walking. We did our usual walk and then went downtown and walked around there too.
Love the photos! This isn't the first time we have posted a similar photo on the same day!
Have a great afternoon, Kim.
I was scale-less for decades and only bought one two years ago when I was doing myfitnesspal. I don't get on it very often, but knew from how tight my largest pants are that the pounds have been creeping back on. Seeing the number gives me more of a shake to do something, especially since I cut out most sweets a few months ago and still am gaining, gaining, gaining.
Alas, I've always had a short, chunky frame that easily packs on the pounds. Far faster now than when I was young, but it's been a life-long challenge, as has my relationship with food.
As I said, though, first world problem! :-)
Best to your Mom, it's a daunting task to pare down and relocate.
I think we attach importance to objects only because they remind of us more important things. Pictures remind us of loved ones. When the people and animals are gone, the pictures symbolize them; they became them, in a way, so we don't want to lose them. I have nothing of real intrinsic value, and no one to care what would happen to them when I die, so I don't care about clutter much.
With regard to weight, have you thought about a bicycle? I ride one every day and my weight is down and I think I am healthier than I was ten or fifteen years ago. It also cuts down on transportation costs, though hauling bulky items is still a bus-riding chore.
The contrast of the cardinal against the sky is beautiful.
I love the picture of the cardinal!
Cleaning out the house must be so difficult for your mom. I remember doing the same when my dad passed away. It was really, really tough.
Love the pictures you took on your walk. I guess that's a great benefit -- you get to see some pretty nice sights along the way. :)
Hugs, and peace to you, Kim.
Sigh...I so hear you on the weight thing. When I took the time off in January I changed my eating habits (mostly) and started walking. That worked really well when I wasn't working but now it's much harder. Far too easy to grab something quick in the evening rather than making a healthy meal. And although I have exercise equipment to use it happens rarely. I have to remind myself that I'm important too and I need to take the time to myself. Good luck!
Love the photo of the jack-mani (purple) clematis. I had one at the old house and it bloomed like crazy.