I got nothing but digits today kids

Didn't realize it was 10pm already. I talked to Linda a lot tonight, while I usually would have been blogging or thinking about an entry. 

90% sure we've got the dogsitting situation resolved. Hopeful. 

Gotta start my day early tomorrow, I've got several things due tomorrow afternoon, one big client call, and more things to think about for Dad's funeral thingie. 

Digits down there.

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps,  20 min. in-house walk. 7k steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

8:30am: 177
5pm: 164
10pm: 213

food:

coffee/water 
10:15am: english muffin w/PB and full sugar apricot jam
11am: metformin
1pm: small ramekin of tuna salad
6:15pm: plate of spaghetti with meat sauce
7pm: metformin+jardiance
white wine
couple handfuls of pepitas

So much to do

I am so happy to be home, but there is a lot to do. 

We are here until next Thursday when we get in the car and go to NY. All the puzzle pieces are coming into play but a couple of them fell on the floor. And we're bending over, picking them up, dusting them off, putting them in place. 

One big problem was our Air BnB. Our host was so gracious and worked with us when we had to cancel with 2 weeks to spare in October when the church informed us that Columbus Day weekend was a holiday weekend for the church (why didn't you tell us that when we booked the funeral? Weeks and weeks ago?) Okay so cool, the dude was kind but could not give us a refund. 

We rebooked with him, so happy. So wonderful. So kind and loving. Thank you. 

He reached out to me two weeks ago to let me know they had a horrible storm, and part of his roof was destroyed. He had to cancel us, cancel the booking the week before us, cancel the week after us, and may have to cancel up to Memorial Day. There are no available contractors (seems to be the case everywhere where there aren't people to do things, like mechanics and trades people all over) to come fix his roof. 

Uhhhhhh. Okay. May I please have my money back. He told me he cannot give me a refund. He was gracious to me in October 2023. I needed to be gracious to him. I get it. He said we get five days "any other time of the year, your choice." I wondered when the hell am I going to need an Air BnB for 6 and a dog in the future? 

I'll find a time. We'll take a vacation to Long Island. We'll have fun. 

In the meantime, thank God I have a credit card with 22k on it and can just plop down a ton of cash on a nearby to our destination hotel. We could have stayed at a less expensive place further out. There is a semi-not horrible place west of our destination that we've stayed at before but all the hallways smell like the chlorine or pool solution. I didn't enjoy that. So I didn't want to go there. 

Doug thinks I used points, but for some reason, this hotel wouldn't use the points so, fuck it. I earn 10 more nights on my points program with this hotel chain. I'll take it. 

Housing for my family of four - solved. 

Now, for the dog. 

When we booked that Air BnB the host was all in on Phineas. He took a little more convincing on Toffee because of her breed (of course). But she was welcome after all. 

She's not welcome at any hotel I looked at. Size limitation and breed limitation. Nope. 

I had hoped to bring her with us and just have a friend on LI babysit her while we're at the funeral and everything. We'd keep her handy all the rest of the days. She'd meet Linda's pupper. They'd become best friends forever. 

Now, I have to figure out what to do with her. 

Someone at work had told me they love dogsitting! They don't have a dog in their apartment, and their family lives so far away, they miss their dog! I asked them if they wanted to sit, and initially they said yes but. Hmmm. Something suddenly came up. 

I literally have no other friends in this area who maybe could do it. I have no idea what to do. 

We could board her, but, I'm so terrified she'll feel abandoned. Ya know? At least, if she's here in our house, she's got her family things and the couch! The BED! The TV! The WINDOW THAT OVERLOOKS HER DOMAIN! 

Shit, y'all ... 

I asked in our work Slack pets channel if anyone was free, and so far no takers. 

I don't want to just drop her off at some stranger pet-sitter, I don't know what their other dogs are like, how she'll react? I don't want to feel badly if there's an incident. 

I'm sitting here thinking about it and wow, if I still lived in Massachusetts, I'd have dozens of friends who could host her! 

Ugh. So ... send up some prayers that ya girl figures something out there for the best beastie. 

I have to rewrite dad's obituary today to get it to the funeral home in NY to get it in the one local paper that doesn't charge an arm and a leg for running the obit. 

We got our car fixed, so that's a bonus. Both cars are good to roll anywhere. 

Jess has their plan set up for bringing Grandma to NY. That's buttoned up. 

Linda is making the prayer cards for the funeral. She sent me the comps. The funeral home has a service but their cards are cheesy and awful. I do not want them. So she found a place online to do them, and is working them up today. 

Linda was also in charge of the mercy meal (aka the "after party" for Bart Funeral Two, Electric Boogaloo). That's falling into place.

I know I'm not accounting for something else. I'll think of it. 

In the meantime, I went outside after a meeting this morning and just had to breathe and touch grass. Our yard is GREEN and LUSH and all the vines and the wildness is starting to OVERGROW everywhere. It's hot out - well, hotter than what I'm used to. MA/NH in April is in the lower 60s most days but it is 78 here. It's a little much. 

I feel like I skipped spring yet again and went straight to summer. 

Doug had brought home some garden things that a neighbor was throwing out, little trellises, whirly gigs (one works, one does not) and a lizard that needs a wicked nice spraypaint job and detail work. I'm up for the task. Can't wait to do some before and after shots of it!

I'm ready to go buy our outdoor plants. I'm ready for him to weed whack the patio. I'm ready for everything to be outside and set up. In time for it to be 90 degrees every day until October, right? 

Thinking of my dad tonight, looking at pictures for the prayer card. Still loving how funny this one is. 

Digits down below. 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps, dedicated 22 min walk (yay). 7100+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 191
5:30pm: 154
10pm: 181

food:

coffee/water 
10:30am: PBJ, full sugar J because there was no other choice. full carb bread. 
11:00am: Metformin
6pm: ham, green beans, mac & cheese
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
4 chocolate chip cookies that geoff made while I was away, white wine

From Friday to Monday

Monday Morning:
Writing this from one of my girl C's apartments. She owns a number of apartments/buildings and it is nice to have a little space. She and I stayed here for the weekend because Camp was not Camp ready. So we didn't have any Porch Life, but soon. Very soon. 

It was a busy weekend with a lot going on. I tracked my sugar/food but didn't write it down. Kept things good and even, and no huge and horrible spikes. 

Friday afternoon C came and got me from mom's. I had a busy work-day and I was incredibly pressed about having to leave work. Mom was dressed, ready, waiting at the dining table while I was scrambling to finish emails and messages. 

We were met at the foodrinkery by my friend A and her son who just got his Eagle. I was surprised they were there and staying for lunch. My mom chose to sit at the bar and eat rather than sit with us, which I found obnoxious but okay mom - you do you. Whatever. 

I had scallops. I was there for almost 2 weeks and had not had scallops. It was a good thing to have before my departure. 

We got to Boston very early for David Sedaris, so we had drinks at a little local bar by Symphony Hall and I felt like they could have done so much better with their beer and wine selection, it was disappointment in solid/liquid form. We ate at an Indian restaurant around the corner and confused the waitstaff. C's sister R was with us, a very good friend of hers in town for a class at MIT, C's friend B who manages the properties C owns. And Jess. Jess came with. Girls' night, seeing America's favorite snarky satirist. 

Sedaris was funny. He's in a groove, a long time groove, and his essays are personal, honest, but sometimes it is hard to tell if he is being satirical or hyperbolic. Did he and his friend Dawn really walk 40+ miles and their apple watches (seems he's moved on from the FitBit) really register just under 100k steps? 

Also damn, I'm proud when I hit 5k, 7k. 

Highly recommend you see him if he comes near you. 

Saturday we got up and went out to breakfast with R, then went to Camp to do some stuff to start getting ready. There isn't running water yet, so we couldn't do as much as we wanted but we got the garden table pots out, moved the bikes out of the porch, investigated the very rustic over-winter of the bedding and couches, and C has an idea of what she needs to do next.  We went to C's workplace and looked at projects. I am always so impressed with their work and the things they do. 

Because Breakfast was huge and wonderful we weren't super hungry for lunch, but convinced ourselves to go out for an early dinner. It was very nice but I got an upset stomach and kind of a bad reaction that had me in the bathroom a lot overnight on Saturday. 

Ugh. 

We watched the Barbie movie, which I enjoyed and is not what I think a lot of people think it is about. Overall very enjoyable and fantastically cast. Ten thumbs up. 

Sunday we laid around with the dogs, drank coffee, just relaxed. Nice. We went out to lunch with our friend Dave up in Maine, very nice. Because I still had the lower belly issues I only had a lobster bisque which I could have eaten a gallon of. Very good stuff. Would love to go back to eat there one day. On the deck. Outside. Maine. Sunshine and summer. 

Sunday night I went out to dinner with Jess and friends from my job 27 years ago, it's nice to still have friends like this who you fall back into step with like you saw each other last week. We shut the restaurant down, they headed home and Jess came to C's with me. We drank wine and watched Pitch Perfect, which I had never seen, on purpose. For years I spent a lot of time going to High School and Collegiate a Cappella competitions with my friend Amy. So this was a little PTSD for me. 

After Jess left, C and I watched some actual ICCA things, Guster covers (a very flat/out of tune Harvard presentation of Demons, and Notre Dame's version of Parachute which is fantastic). 

"This is what Collegiate a Cappella is. Pitch Perfect is cute, but, this is real," I had some distinct memories of some of the shows, and the High School kids who were just ridiculously talented. Not everyone can turn into the Housejacks or Pentatonix or Home Free, but, there is some sick talent out there. Looking at you Marblehead and Salem, MA. 

Carrie went to the office today and took the dogs. I'm surprisingly lonely without them. But I'm getting a lot of work done. 

I stripped the bed, washed the laundry, vacuumed, ran the dishwasher. I would have done more but I have to actually work? 

We had a team meeting today and then I talked to my work bestie for an hour. We have not had time together for a while and it was long overdue. 

Worked more, hid love notes all over C's house, just to let her know how awesome she is.  

Continued Tuesday Morning:
C got me to the airport plenty early. Security had 10 people in it. I had a bottle of spray-on hair conditioner in my bag that got confiscated. 10 ounces, brand new. Thanks. I blame myself because I reorganized my bags and put all my meds/supplements and I THOUGHT anything liquid into my checked bag. But I missed that one. Blah. 

Doug picked me up and brought Toffee, and she was very excited to see me. I was excited to see her too. We didn't stop for dinner or anything, I wasn't hungry. I mostly just wanted to be home. And home it was. 

Back to normal. 

Here is a photo dump of some of the things. I took more pictures but can't post them because they are super top secret. Let us never speak of them again. In no particular order....

home

 Made it home last night. My kitchen was clean and I didn't have to freak out at anyone that for nearly 2 weeks they let everything become a mess. So that was nice. Not freaking out was nice. A clean kitchen was nice. 

Doug brought Toffee to the airport for a ride. She was (understatement) happy to see me. 

I had a beer and went to bed. Very happy to be back here. 

A more detailed post to follow, I'm sure. But. 

What, honey?

 I took my mom over to see her sister today. Auntie Bea is in a memory care facility basically 2 miles from my mom's house but she doesn't go visit. 

Methinks it is depressing. And mom gets a little frustrated answering the same questions over and over. 

Bea recognized us both, just like last visit. So this is good. We went into her bedroom area. She has a suite with another lady named Bonnie, and a living area and shared bathroom. Bonnie's door is always kept closed because Bea wanders in there and wants to know who she is and what's going on. Bonnie was out at lunch in the common area, so the door was closed, and Bea said "I have no idea who she is or where she is, maybe she's dead." No, she's just eating Mac & Cheese. 

Bea says the same things over and over: 

• I'm so tired
• I'm freezing, I'm so cold

I offered to get her a warm fleecey blanket from her room and she asked why. I said "you said you're cold."

"What, honey?"

"You said you're cold."

"No, I'm not." 

A minute later... 

"God I'm so damn cold." 

She thinks mom and I still live in New York. I don't correct her that I spent 30 plus years north of Boston and now seven in Maryland. I just said "oh I live in Maryland now." My mom told her she lives around the corner from where they are, and Bea says "What, honey? I didn't know that. When did that happen?" 

Mom says "18 years ago."

"Jesus Christ, I must be losing my fucking mind!" 

Wash.
Rinse.

Repeat.

They got on the topic of their mom. My mother and their mother (My Gammy) did not have a good relationship. Bea did. But also would tell my mom not to talk or say anything, she'd handle it when it came to her. My mother loved her dad, and was devastated when he died. He had an aneurysm, and mom described him scratching at the bathroom door, trying to get gammy's attention and she didn't hear him. And he died. 

Pretty sure my mother blames her to the center of her soul for that. Not that anything could probably have been done for him in the early 60s with an aneurysm like that. 

Bea said "Well, his vacation is over. He had a good long break but now he's got her to deal with again, and here we are." 

Indeed, here we are.

We visited for about an hour. There wasn't a puzzle to work on the table, but they talked about it. Bea doesn't remember doing the puzzle last time we were there. Mom sure does, and how mad she was at it when the pieces were missing. 

Bea is going to be 80 in November, mom will be 81. I wanted to get a picture of them, got a sneaky one which is unflattering to both of them, so I won't post it. 

I thought about recording the conversation. It's actually kind of fun answering the same question and seeing the surprise in her eyes. My mom gets a little frustrated but I think she thinks it is funny when I talk to her and answer the repetition questions. 

This all comes to an end tomorrow afternoon. I'm telling you, I'm happy to have some time up north with C, but I truly can't wait to go home. I miss my dog. I miss my husband. I miss Geoff. Ready to rejoin my small gang.

No picture, just digits. 

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. Somehow missed 12? I thought I nailed it. No walk outside today, raining. 4500+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 181
5pm: 203
10:30pm: 181

food:

coffee/water 
12:30pm: Metformin
2pm: left over rice from dinner last night, a huge amount of fajita chicken, cheese, guac, sour cream, salsa. Basically another Burrito just without the wrap.
7:30pm: triscuits and peanut butter; metformin+jardiance
white wine

An Open Mic Night

An exceptionally busy day at work resulted in me being just exhausted from all the stuff. 

I told mom I was going to take a walk in town like I did yesterday, and would stop and get myself dinner. I needed the walk, and I didn't want to cook myself dinner. She didn't want anything, she was just going to eat a PBJ sandwich. 

So I didn't want to lift a finger for anyone, much less just me. 

I went to town and didn't get as long a walk as yesterday as it started raining. I ducked into the Mexican restaurant, which was hopping at 6pm, and got a single seat to enjoy a meal. 

Got a beer from a local brewery who used to have a tap room the next town over, but, that has closed. Sadly. We like their beer and I'm sad they are not there anymore, so I was happy to see this available. Got a chimichanga with steak, and ate the rice with it even though that was carb-riffic. But it was so tasty. 

After dinner, I stopped up the road at the brewery actually in downtown and they were hosting an open mic night. I walked in to some Counting Crows and they were doing a good job. I asked if they knew any Guster and one of the guys did - and played Satellite.

Three beers later my mom called to ask where I was with the car. She doesn't like it when I'm gone long. Remnants of her freaking out when dad took the car and went places. I was annoyed because this was an exceptionally fun time for me. I was singing along to Social Distortion and the Grateful Dead. I bought beer to go home with, and was very happy for the time there. The guy who knew the one Guster song said "Come back next time, I'll play more Guster!" 

Gotta be honest, dude. I'm not sure when I'll be back here for an open mic night but good job on the Gusters. I appreciate you! 

Digits below.

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 15 minute walk in town; 7000+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 174
4:15pm: 185
10:45pm: 312 (thanks beer and rice)

food:

coffee/water 
11:15: Metformin; pb & low sugar jelly on Keto bread
6pm: steak chimichanga w/guac. sour cream, salsa, refried beans, rice; beer
8pm: metformin+jardiance
through the evening 4 more beers
10pm: a couple pieces of colby jack cheese

Off Her Game

Yesterday mom mentioned that staying up all night and sleeping in knocked her off her game, and I said "what game?" jokingly. 

She's got a game. She's got a very specific organized game, a this is what we do when we do it kind of game. There is the trip to the foodrinkery on Tuesdays, Fridays, and every other Saturday. Coffee is made at X o'clock. She takes her pills before she has breakfast. She has breakfast at a fixed time. She plays her computer games, she has the TV on, she takes a rest. She gets up and makes a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Naptime. Computer games. Bed at 8pm. Up again between 4 and 5 to do it all over. 

She has wiggle room for going an gossiping with the neighbors, like this morning. One of the neighbors down the way still does not have power since the Wednesday outage last week. So she's all, as they say in Pittsburgh, "Nebby" about it. 

"If I want to know what is going on with Bob, I'm going to have to walk down there because Shirley is working this afternoon." Oh my.

Oh, okay. "Maybe you don't need to know what's happening with Bob? I mean. He's staying with Donald next door to him, so he and his dog are okay and nice and warm. You don't need all the details of the fight with Eversource that they said it isn't their problem, but it is, and blah blah blah and finally a truck and backhoe came today. Just. Let it happen?"

She didn't like that response.

While I was still sleeping this morning, mom spilled an entire cup of coffee all over her computer desk. Paperwork, breakfast, herself, chair, everything. She probably had a swearable moment, but I didn't hear her all the way down here. I heard her in the kitchen say "sonofabitch" but, it wasn't very dramatic, so I didn't fully wake. 

I was in a meeting at 9am and she came down the hall, to my door, and was talking out loud, like, she maybe couldn't hear that people were talking on my computer. I muted and went off camera.

"I've had a horrible morning. I can't get anything right," she said. She told me about the coffee incident.  

"Why didn't you wake me up to come help you?" I asked.
"You were sleeping," she replied.

Well yeah but. I mean. I could have helped. 

She cleaned it all up herself and I guess that's better than not cleaning it up or not caring enough to clean it up.  What would she have done if I wasn't here? She'd have to deal with it on her own, right?

But she was very grouchy the rest of the morning. A little petulant. Childish. I asked her to put her clothes in the laundry basket because I had started to wash for her this morning. 

She said "no. Fuck it. The pants are brown." 

So you gonna walk around in wet pants? 
"They dried." 

Okay, lady.

I was incredibly busy today, and couldn't go out to lunch with her because we were doing QA testing for something happening Monday that is huge. She was a little pissy about it but I stepped away from the meeting to apologize and say that Friday would work out better for us. She was still grumpy, part and parcel of what she'd been all day. 

She got back and got a nap. I ran three loads of laundry from her basket in the closet, and got it all on hangers and put away. That seemed to brighten her up a little. 

After I finished work, I decided to go for a walk in town, even though I didn't want to. I parked at the boat launch, walked up to the fire house, over to the river, along the train tracks and back. I thought about taking myself out to dinner at the mexican restaurant but I told mom I "wasn't going to be long" and already I'd been over a half hour. So I came back to the house and made dinner from the food that I bought, so it won't go to waste, because I know she isn't going to eat it if I leave it. 

I was thankful after I got back that I did go. It was really beautiful out. I wished the brewery had been open, but they are not on Mondays and Tuesdays. I'll have to go swing by tomorrow. 

All told, not the most even of days but, tomorrow's a new day, right.

Digits Below. 

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps.  Missed 3pm steps by a couple. Took a 24 minute walk in downtown, playing Pokemon. 

blood glucose:

8:30am: 135
5:30pm: 171
10:45pm: 240 (note time of the meds taken)

food:

coffee/water 
9:15: english muffin w/pb
(I can't remember if I took my metformin, I also was off my game)
7pm: grilled cheese w/roast beef and hummus, KETO friendly bread
8pm: triscuits+more hummus
white wine
9:30pm: Metformin+jardiance (off my own game, I forgot to take it with dinner!)

Eclipsical

First thing this morning, before 8am, I went to get milk for coffee. Please be proud of me. 

Everyone at Cumberland Farms was super friendly. It was a little much for me, since I was awake for all of 25 seconds. But. I got milk for the coffee. And said a lot of "HI! GOOD MORNING!" to people. 

As you may know, today we had the big Eclipse, the big Totality, the Black Hole sun. 

Initially, I didn't think I'd be in a good spot to see anything while here or at home so my expectations were slim.  But the internet said it would be about 90% totality here. Not like Vermont's totality or anything fantastical. But enough for it to be interesting. I'll take it. 

Molly had given me glasses, so I was prepared. I thought for sure I wouldn't be prepared to see it, but suddenly, there I was. With glasses and no excuses. 

I waited until 2:45 to go outside and look. and the sun was an impressive little cookie with a big bite out of it. 

I had a super hard time with the glasses - they wouldn't stay on my face unless I held them there with both hands.

I remembered Jess had given me a Amythyst Kiah bandana for Toffee, so I grabbed it and put it on to hold things in place. Victory. Okay, Alright. Okay, Alright. 

3:30 was when the eclipse would be at its peak and I initially was going to just sit in mom's yard. I had a good view through to the sun, with no trees covered with leaves. It would be just perfect. 

Then, I thought to myself it would be fun to go to the beach. Hell YEAH the BEACH! 

I threw my shoes on, grabbed the car, and went. When we hit the full eclipse, I didn't detect any extra darkness or temperature drop but it was still super cool. 

On the dock, there was a family with 5 kids, grandma and grampa, mom, dad, another adult... and they were trying like hell to take a selfie. So I walked over and offered to take their picture. I'm that guy. 

I got everyone in the picture smiling, with the glasses on. I then told them to point at the sky with astonishment and they laughed and did it.  One of the little ones put their hands on cheeks and screamed. Everyone laughed. It was a great photo. 

Honest to God, I hope they look back on that in 20 years and just love it.

Someone at my office needed help with something, so I rushed back to assist. I could have spent another half hour there waiting for it to go the other direction but, duty called!

When I got back, mom came out and said "oh the eclipse is over!" and I told her no it wasn't, it was still going on. 

I handed her the glasses and told her to go out on the steps and see for herself. She said no. I told her to shut up and do it. "It'll happen again in 20 years and you will be dead and gone so go look!" 

I thought of the family at the dock, with the grandparents and little kids. I wanted her to see this and be part of the experience. 

She made a face as I forced her to go out and repeatedly berated her. She looked up through the glasses and said "Oh. That's kind of cool."

"Yes, yes it is." She lowered her head, closed her eyes so she wouldn't go blind, and took the glasses off and went inside saying "Are you happy now?"

"Yes. Yes I am." Ha... she went and looked at it. Even though I had to force her. I thought of my dad, and how he'd probably love to see this. I would have taken him to the canal, not just the beach here. And then out for a beer. I bet he'd chuckle at it. I bet he would have just loved to see it. Whereas Sourpuss Shirley did not want to look at all and had to be bullied into doing it and then like it. 

I continued to work, had a great meeting to build a test plan for us to take on this week. We finished up around 6. I went to the drug store for mom, she was out of something and I wanted toenail clippers. So zoomed over to Walgreens to grab the things. I then got gas in the car for her since I've used the car a lot over this week. 

Talked to my friend Rob for about 2 hours, catching up after a long drought of contact. It was a laugh riot. We've been playing phone tag since Christmas so this was good. 

I thought about taking a walk, but it was well after 10pm, and no. Button things up. Go to bed. 

All told, a good day. Here are some pictures. One of the women who was with the big family took these for me. With my Amythyst Kiah bandana holding things in place. 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No dedicated 10 but a lot of hustlin' round. 5300+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 186
5pm: 155
10:45pm: 161

food:

coffee/water 
10am: 3 egg omelet, wilted greens, goat cheese
12:30: Metformin
5:30pm: left over buffalo chicken fingers+salad
7pm: metformin+jardiance
8:30pm: left over chicken parm sub (not the bread, just the chicken)
white wine+ginger ale

Sleeping In and Squadding Up

I woke up around 7:30am and noticed my mom had not made her coffee, or anything. I peeked down the hall and she was still in bed. 

Keep the old lady up until 11pm, she'll sleep past 4am. 

I started the brew, went to the bathroom, got back in bed. I heard her bumping around at about 8:15. She complained that this was throwing her off her game. 

What game?

Anyway, she got her coffee and took her morning meds. I decided I wanted to keep sleeping, so I did. Missed my 9am steps because, baby baby let's sleep in. Feels good. 

Jess and Molly came over after they checked out, we went out to lunch. We sat at our table drinking coffee until the place was about to close. I missed 2 hours of steps because it was good to just sit and talk with the kids. It's been a while since I've shut a place down. Lots of stories to tell and laughter. And fancy mimosa drinks. 

Jess and Molly had to hit the road, but they stopped by mom's foodrinkery because Molly thinks she wins the scratch tickets at that restaurant all the time because of my Dad's good luck to her. Hilarious. They left and I missed them already. 

At 4pm I had a D&D date. I missed the last session because I was dropping Lin off at the airport in Baltimore. I could have jumped into the game late (an hour...) but was just exhausted from the Guster weekend. They got me up to speed with "on the last episode of ..."  

We had a new player with us, she joined last round and I missed her, so this was our first time together. She and I got to do some wild silly game play and it resulted in her turning into a pillbug, me dropping the bug into a martini and then screaming "Waiter there's a bug in my drink" as I flung her. Ridiculously silly. Big laughs. Lots of fun. We got through our caper and next game we'll be robbing a casino. 

I made some incredibly winning jokes today too. It was fun. Lots of fun. Best two hour block of silliness I've had in a while.

I texted Jess to see if they were home yet, as they'd left when I started playing, and I figured a quick stop for scratchy tickets would be short. They texted back that they were still there. But they were getting in the car to go. 

Moll and Jess hung out with my mom's friends. And they were all causing a ruckus, like ya do on a Sunday afternoon at the foodrinkery. They had a great time, Molly didn't win money on the scratchies but everyone had a blast. I had been invited but had to nerd out with the DnD crew. No regrets but how wild is it my 31/32 yr old kids (Molly's my kid, tbh) are Squadding Up with grandma's pals. 

The rest of the evening was quiet. We need milk, and she needs her bottled water she uses. Milk mostly. I am setting an alarm clock to go pick some up in the morning. Rather than going out tonight. 

That's about it. Here's me and the brunch skunks. Digits below.

exercise: 6/12 hours of 250 steps.  No dedicated 10. 3100+steps by bedtime. 

blood glucose:

10am: 174
6pm: 227
10pm: 260

food:

coffee/water 
11am: Metformin
2pm: mimosa, Cranberry Walnut Chicken Salad on wheat wrap
8pm: English Muffin w/ pb. Metformin+jardiance

An Eagle Court and a Late Night

I went to the Eagle Court today. My friend was surprised that her son named her as her Eagle Mentor. Sometimes you look at a relationship for a while, from a distance, and you say "no, of course he did. Of course. You are."

The Eagle Ceremony was nice. Three Eagles and a lot of time, each boy got their moment in the sun and it was beautiful. I got cards for each of them and put 20 bucks in each. Wrote a little congratulations note. Only my friend's son will really know who I am. All three Eagle projects were so impressive. I got to talk to each Scout about their experience. And it made me really really homesick for our Troop in MA. 

Sometimes I do pine. 

After the Eagle Ceremony, I headed back and hit up Jess at the hotel. We sat and chatted for a bit and I thought I may want to go take a nap. Out in the parking lot, Molly drove up and I was like oh okay, let's go back in and get you settled and stuff. 

We ended up at dinner at mom's foodrinkery. She didn't want to come out, but we brought her a tuna boat and hung out. We chatted and spent time. I know my mom loves telling the stories, and there are plenty. Jess knows some but Molly doesn't, so we had a lot of laughs.

After 11:30 the kids left. I'm exhausted, and hope to have some more fun tomorrow. 

And maybe a nap. 

Here's a picture from the Eagle ceremony. "Mom, you got your Eagle but they gave the badge to me!" 

Digits below.

exercise: 10/12 hours of 250 steps.  No dedicated 10. 5900+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 190
6pm: 174
11pm: 170

food:

coffee/water 
1pm: metformin; salad, chicken parm, bbq chicken strip; stuffed shell
6pm: buffalo chicken strips, garden salad; white wine
7:30pm: metformin+jardiance
11pm: blueberry muffin w/ butter (sorry not sorry)