Rainy Days and Mondays...

I do believe that I have a minimum of 20 blog post ideas bouncing around in my head.

Someday, I may get to them.

I dare not spend too much time online, since it ties up my phone line. I do need to call DSL, but I'm waiting for a bunch of doctor calls. A whole bunch.

Jonge and Famke came today. They were sweet and cuddly all day long, and both slept for two hours. The two hours overlapped somewhat, which is something I hope for but never expect.

Last night I went to my dad's and we met with the nurse from Visiting Nurses. He has always needed to be on a low sodium diet, but that need has greatly increased, so his sodium intake must greatly decrease. No more "Meals on Wheels". Instead of concentrating on what he CAN'T eat, I've decided that we just need to concentrate on what he CAN eat. Fresh stuff. Yum.

I certainly have become adept at reading labels. I've been reading them for the carb/fat counts for years now. And, since my cat was declining rapidly two months ago and seemed at death's door, I've even been known to stay up late to cook a piece of chicken for his dinner. I've yet to go the route of having freshly ground rabbit sent to my door, but he does get some tasty morsels. He looks pretty healthy, now.

But, since I've been reading the sodium contents of all the packaged foods in my pantry I've been severely stressing. Do you know how much sodium is in ONE teeny tiny serving of instant sugar/fat free pudding? THREE HUNDRED MGS! Do you know how close that brings me to becoming the salt of the earth? Well. That got me so upset that I actually stood in the doorway to my pantry and ate two servings of extremely stale potato chips.

I try. Really, I do.

I did notice that there wasn't any sodium in any of Famke's commercial baby food lunch. So, if worse comes to worse I suppose I could buy my dad an interesting assortment of baby food.

Since I last reported, our backyard sink hole has gotten bigger. Just for the record, I did not know it was a sink hole when I stood Famke in it. I thought it was just a convenient place to store Jonge's soccer ball when not in use. The first storm caused a depression which sank the ground into itself. The storm yesterday afternoon pushed all of the sunken grass deeper into the hole and left a deep mushy circular hole in the yard. We dare not get close to it until things dry out around here. If it is an old septic tank hole I am certain I could find enough junk around here to fill it up. Is that legal? We have an old piano in the basement...

Oh. And just for fun, rain came in over our living room window. Neither THGGM nor I want to talk about that. At least not with each other. I almost wish I hadn't pointed it out to him.

I haven't used my sewing machine yet. Nope. I have talked to it. It seems nice enough.

I did find time to play though a music book of lullabies I found in Traverse City last week. It has lullabies on one side of the page and illustrations by Bessie Pease Gutman on the other. I tried playing them today with Jonge and Famke. Famke LOVED it, Jonge asked me to stop and announced "NO NIGHT-NIGHT!"

Speaking of which, while I was tending to Famke and Jonge was delighting himself with the tea set, I didn't notice that he was actually dipping his tiny cup into my coffee mug and slurping down the contents. I do hope he is sleeping okay tonight.

And, even though I know the EXTREME and UNNECCESARY sodium content of my white chocolate sugar free pudding, I made some tonight. Don't tell ANYONE this, but I made it with 1/3 2% milk, 1/3 half and half, and 1/3 leftover coffee. It was wonderful. Why is it that it doesn't taste salty? For all that sodium it seems I ought to at least be able to taste it.

Well. Before I go to bed, I must wash the dishes. By hand.

I am so glad to list myself in the ranks of those who suffer in silence and keep my troubles to myself.

Aren't you?