End of November

Not a lot is new around here. I'm adjusting still to being completely retired. I'm so used to measuring my daily worth by what I've produced--and usually that's a mental production that may or may not be tangible in other ways--that I'm not sure what I'm worth when I don't do something mentally productive. I'm sewing some and doing x-stitch, and I need to get my January workshop all set up. That'll take a few days. But I am steadfastly avoiding sitting down every day and writing, which is what I need to do if I intend to really write something.

At least I haven't become a compulsive cleaner! I did vacuum yesterday but that was sparked by the fact that Susie the Cat had gacked on the white-with-colors Berber carpet. So I'm not feeling overly OCD.

I would love to do A LOT of cooking but the problem is that we'll just eat it. And I'm doing okay maintaining my weight by walking 2.5 mi. almost every day; I can eat pretty much whatever I want this way. I don't plan on losing the 15 lbs. I should lose: I don't look fat (when I remember to suck in my stomach) and I feel good. But if I do cook a lot, even with everything from Cooking Light, I know I'll gain. So I make oatmeal-raisin cookies (yesterday), good for fiber and iron, and let Stan eat most of them. At his age it won't hurt him.


Well, I am going to go cook now. It's turkey noodle soup from the Thanksgiving turkey. It's a meal that Stan & I both love.

This is about how I feel today: anchored but at the same time, not going anywhere.

Later.