Is it any wonder the cats run from me? I can’t keep my lips off of them. Girlie got her fair share of hugging and kissing. Stanley is my lap cat, but we have an understanding: I keep my lips off him for the most part, don’t try to hold his paws, and keep the hugging to a minimum. In return, I get a constant furry companion near my lap.
Saturday afternoon I joined Sisters Connection for a worthwhile fundraising event. After, I bought dinner and took it to Sophie’s where we enjoyed a nice meal together and chatted into the early evening. She’s turning 91 next month. She finally went to the doctor for those pains she’s been having in her shoulder and he went over her “with a toothpick” according to Sophie. Deemed her to be in remarkable health, although he’s concerned with the amount of weight she’s lost. She’s down to 128. Considering she used to weigh about 185 – she’s always been a sturdy woman, built with plowing fields in mind – so it is a little disconcerting to see her losing weight. She tries to tell me that it’s a natural part of getting older, but I argued and told her it’s a direct result of how much she eats if there is no medical rationale behind it. I asked her to please try and have two pieces of toast for breakfast rather than one, and do some simple increases. And then I played the, “You don’t want to get sick, lose so much weight they have to put you in a nursing home to recover” card and she seemed to get it. She ate two big pieces of chicken and I left her with a large slab of apple pie. Plus the doctor told her to take Centrum Silver, which she has been doing. The dark circles under her eyes seemed to be lessened, but I’m not sure the vitamins could really work in a matter of days.
I’m off to the gym before I wile away more of the day.
Peace, and Think Spring. It’s going to be a jam-packed April, first cruise, then Dalai Lama, and golf season starts on the 17th. Need to find my swing!