Like The Queen
Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.


I like Elwood Thompson's, but don't shop there very often. Sounds like you guys had a nice day in Rivah City! ;-) (Couldn't resist throwing a "Rivah" in there).

By Blogger Mary, at 11:57 AM  

Hi Bess,
I'm an earring,love,love earrings! I'm also really dying for a new haircut. My hair is maybe 3 inches past my shoulders, but I'm hankering for a new summer 'do. So how about some pictures of your new haircut along with your new awesome earrings?

By Anonymous Meredith, at 2:03 PM  

"And how to eat carefully when your two choices are Foodlion and Walmart."

Wow, I hear you on that! In my town we have the WalMart - which isn't so bad except they sometimes seem to forget produce on the loading dock for a couple days - and sometimes they're awfully picked over.

I have reconciled myself to the fact that sometimes it's OK to drive the half-hour out (and back) to be able to go to the organic-foods mart and the Kroger (which also has a decent produce section and sells non-brine "enhanced" meats).

for me, right now, the big issue is walking down the candy aisle at the store - which is necessary as there are other things I need to buy on the aisle - without feeling a little pang of having given something up.

But then I tell myself that not having to cope with Type II diabetes when I hit 60 will make it worth it...

By Blogger fillyjonk, at 4:18 PM  

Bess, is BD for 'Big Dude'? I, too, have a plethora of guesses as to everyone's glossary. I love Ellwood Thompson and Ukrops and would be even bigger were they any closer. I really miss the small health food coops from my youth... I have much curiosity about the Yarn Lounge - how does it compare to Knitting Basket or Got Yarn?

By Anonymous Glenn back in town, at 10:23 PM  

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Saturday, June 17, 2006  

For my Virgo Sisters - a gift from Mr.Horoscope:

Your Weekend: Good things lie in store this weekend. No, really, they do. Very good things - with your name written on them. Wonderful things, that are yours to enjoy. Excellent things, that are no less than you deserve, but a lot more than you expect. So, where's the problem? Well, there isn't one. Or, at least, there doesn't have to be one. But it is true to say that good things are not the only things you now have access to. You can get bad things too, if you want. How? Easy. Just start picking holes in the good things!

The trip to doctorville was very rewarding. The whole day was a pleasure, in fact, but the medical news was the best of all. BD is doing splendidly, vital signs look glowing, doctor was full of praise and seemed to have the time to talk as much as we wanted to, about things. The biggest issue we’ve been dealing with has been some fundamental dietary changes and as Chef in this family it has been as much my journey as BD’s.

I had no idea how much my ego and definition was tied up in the role of Excellent Cook. Well - at least - Really Really Good Cook. Oh, I knew I basked in the confidence that I could go into any kitchen and prepare a meal everyone would like. I’ve even done it when there was only frozen mystery meat and rice and I’d forgotten I’d invited those genealogist 6th cousins from Missouri and I had bronchitis all at the same time. (Her mother thought it was hilarious but she never forgave me - ever.) But though there is still plenty of cooking skill left in my hands, the basic database of food information has had to change and there have been some anxious moments as I tried to combine the right ingredients into something other than salad, protein and warmed up vegetables. We’re switching to an alkalizing diet, a la Edgar Cacey, under the guidance of a holistic MD. He’s not an anal number freak and has lots of time for us to make the adjustments. He also had lots of time for us to ask lots of questions and he wasn’t bothered by a non-patient asking questions too.

The switch isn’t exactly drastic - but it is fundamental and sometimes difficult. A lot like going vegetarian. You can just stop eating meat but then, how do you know you are eating nutritiously? I know an awful lot of vegetarians who mostly eat bread and look horrible. I also know those who glow with health. And we aren’t exactly doing the vegetarian thing either, just cutting out red meats. I had made some of the essential steps 3 years ago when I joined WW. But you can follow that program, lose weight and eat poorly, too. It’s always easy to do the wrong thing. What I’m looking for is ways to do the right thing - with ease and grace.

And how to fit frozen fudge bars into the equation.

And how to eat carefully when your two choices are Foodlion and Walmart.

It’s certainly a juggling act. The fun part is we’re doing this together and though we often slide into a bit of sibling bickering, mostly we’re treating it like a big adventure into a foreign land. Yesterday’s side trip involved the organic grocery store at the west end of Carytown. Mind, now, Carytown is an ab-fab place to visit anyway - with a Bead Store and The Yarn Lounge and the retro Byrd Theater that shows second runs of movies you missed, cheap. And a Ukrops too for more traditional grocery fun. We spent an enormous amount of $ on 2 tiny bags, but we’ll enjoy experimenting around with our new-found treats and as we find things we’ll like, we’ll look for cheaper sources via mail-order.

Food has always been a major pivot in our relationship, so it’s no surprise to me that we’re having such an adventure with it all.

DR also told BD to monitor his blood pressure (he would like to get off as much medicine as he can while still being safe), so we went to a medical supply place on the Blvd., north of Broad St to buy a monitor. As we strolled down the street we saw a sign that said PINBALLS. I asked if BD thought they sold the entire pinball machine or just the balls and he said, "Let's go see." Now - North Blvd. is a pretty seedy looking place. Not only is it just the place you’d find a pinball machine shop, it’s the sort of place I would never stop at all, unless compelled. It has all the charm of railroad yards, bus stations, and the sort of brick warehouse buildings grey-haired, gravel voiced, 50 year old men who smoke find employment. It is industrial.

But it also has these odd surprises, like the PINBALLS store. It was smoky. It was as dark as a movie theater. The man looked like Sean Gilder. He looked exactly like the sort of man who’d made his living in the world of vending machines. And did he have the History of Pinball down pat and ready to share. In answer to the question “Can I help you?” BD said right out that we were wondering if he sold just the balls and the man laughed and said he sold the whole machine but he would give us a ball - which I quite accepted. When BD asked me what I wanted it for, my answer was “Just to hold it”. there is something extremely universal about a heavy round beautiful steel ball. It’s one of those soul connecting things; a sphere, an orb.

We spent the next 30 minutes talking about pinball history, pinball manufacturing, legal, illegal and tacit gambling with vending machines. I also could see that there was just the littlest bit of lust in BD’s eyes. He would like a pinball machine. Not enough to pop for one - but .... it’s just one of those things you know about someone when you’ve lived with them for a long time.

Well. Maybe someday. The information is filed away.

All the long day I knit on that sock. I really did get nervous about the width, especially as I could keep trying it on, it being a toe up sock. Finally I decreased 8 stitches - down to 52 and knit a good bit. It’s odd looking now, with it’s bulbous toe, and of course, now I think I ought to have only decreased to 56 stitches. I’m almost at the point where the leg angles down into the foot and I may increase the stitches there. I had thought these might be gift socks, but I know I’ll knit the second sock at 56 stitches straight up and the two will look so different they won’t make an attractive gift. Ahh. Poor Me. Forced to own another pair of unusual socks, with boucle cuffs, even!

Back home, dinner included some of the newly purchased GoodForYou food and we closed the evening watching the first half of Gone With The Wind. When it was last re-mastered, oh, maybe 10 years ago, I went with S to see it at the Westhampton Theater - a girly girl day in the city and my memory is that BD sort of poopooed GWTW. So imagine my utter surprise a week ago, when he said it was one of his favorite movies! I wish I’d picked up on that bit of denial. I would have loved seeing it again on a bigger screen. But we’re enjoying it now at home, with dogs at our feet. Still slightly skunky dogs, but you all know I don’t care about that.

Today we’ll hang about in town talking with everyone and maybe finding some earrings.

posted by Bess | 8:05 AM