I think I just may turn into a blueberry! They are just wonderful this year. I've never, ever really liked them until now. This year's crop must be extraordinary. I'm going through a bunch of them - for breakfast in my steel cut oats, for lunch in my BASS (Big Ass Spinach Salad) and with Fage and flax for dessert. I shall miss them when they are gone.
I also had some of my beloved Rainier cherries today. They may be what I miss the most about home. I personally planted two trees on the old place about 15 years ago and always looked forward to being home in time for harvest. I'd just stand under the trees and pick and eat.
The news from the return visit to the breast center was inconclusive. They took another set of pictures. I spoke with the radiologist and he put me on a mammogram every six months schedule - "watch and see what happens", so I guess no news is good news. My boobs are going to glow in the dark after this is over. The bit that I am uncomfortable with is that the radiologist that read my initial pics was not the one who read yesterday's.
Had my consultation for the routine colonoscopy, which I scheduled for early September. It's the first time I could fit it into my schedule. I'll be glad when all my "routine" tests are completed. It's a good thing I'm so "healthy". Had another nurse comment on my low blood pressure, but this one called me an athlete! I think I love her.
Had a great ride this evening and enjoyed the abundant wildlife visible in the park - tonight's special guest was the beaver in the river, along with the usual suspects - geese, ducks, egrets, not-quite feral cats and their companion, the raccoon.
I bought a Turkish language CD. I have no ear for languages. God only knows how I will butcher this language. I wanted to speak Spanish in France, Italian in Puerto Rico - who knows what I'll mangle this time.
The picture of me and my bicycle from 1968 - the bike wasn't a Stingray. I got the bike for Christmas in 1967 and I guess my Dad must have "pimped my ride" when those pictures were taken. Kinda like the the time in 6th grade when I wanted to wear jeans to school, so my Mom sewed me some - just not quite the real thing. Shasta Cola, I'm looking at you!
In one of my many Doh! moments - Brian mentioned evaporative cooling in a comment. I'd been wondering why in the hell I wasn't sweating on my rides, but in the elevator ride from the parking garage to my floor, it's like it was raining on me. I just thought the elevator was extraordinarily hot. And I have a master's degree. Jeez Louise....
Lori's comment about keeping dough in the fridge made me laugh. Not at you, Lori, but how that would NEVER work for a breadkiller such as myself. I poked around for the Dave's Killer Bread that Grace mentioned, but it isn't available in Texas - not that a little thing like fiber could scare me. No, the only real safe, healthy bread solution for to ensure that I only eat an appropriate amount is to have the grain field in my back yard. That way, I would be required to harvest the grain by hand, pound it into flour with a mortar and pestle and then begin the baking process. Between that and a full-time job, I don't know that I could get myself into too much trouble. Seriously, I have a really big problem with the breads. I cannot tell you how many diets hit the skids simply due to bread and butter.
And in the "this ought to be fun" category - Sandy's birthday is coming up and for her birthday dinner, she wants Bick to take her, her beau Aloisious, her mother and me to dinner at the S'mores place downstairs from me. Joy! It will be fine - Bick's ex and I don't have any thing between us, but it will be our first gathering with such a small group.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be French - have fruit for dessert.