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Garden stuff and update.

I am drying the last of the apricots. It beats the pants off stewing them: far less work, I'm more likely to eat the results, and I feel cooking is best left to the experts.

Haven't had the oomph to get apricots around to the neighbours this year.

Have eaten the first of my white nectarines. This tree has been in for a couple of years now but this is the first year with more than just a couple of fruit. Quite nice. In fact, very good. White nectarines seem to be the only other stone fruit I like, although nothing beats apricots.


Down to 10mgs of prednisolone. This is good news although I'm also pretty sure I have symptoms of adrenal insufficiency.


The list of little things for my carer to do is growing. t I think this is a good thing, since so many of them are small jobs, small things that I never have the oomph to ask for or explain when the carer is actually here as each job is just 'some little thing' and therefore not worth the bother. Or it's too embarrassing to ask for one after the other (who am I? Lady Muck?). So now there's a list of all those *little* things that add up to something bigger but that can easily be delegated to an outsider. And come to think of it, they won't take a lot of time. They really are the two minute jobs. And/or the sort of jobs that some carers do automatically, but some don't.

Fuck it. If we're going to live with the discomfort of having someone come in and do stuff, let's at least get as much out of it as we can.

Can you tell this is a bit of an issue? Sorry it keeps on coming up - I promise it will stop soon.

Well - I promise that I hope that it will stop soon.

If this works, it will work well and I'm going to feel a lot less stressed. Since getting sick, my environment has started to matter a lot more to me. I'm here 24/7 and not just bodily - I can't lose myself in books or other things very well, so I really am *here* in every sense of the word, all the time. Partly also because I lose energy doing the zillion little things. Partly also because I've learnt that messing about with remembering where things are, having to negotiate piles of crap or mess just zaps energy. Predictability, lack of clutter and routines go a long way to helping me manage my days.


I have a mysterious and powerful yearning for haggis.



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Jan. 27th, 2009 05:46 am (UTC)

Jan. 27th, 2009 06:29 am (UTC)
I'm reminded by all of this culinary activity that we have an outstanding challenge. Ice creams at, what was it, 5 million paces? Perhaps if I can make it to Melbourne some time over the summer (in as much as you have one).
Jan. 28th, 2009 04:07 am (UTC)
Uh oh. That had "slipped" my mind.

But sure! Can I choose the ice cream?
Jan. 28th, 2009 09:36 am (UTC)
OK, to make it fair, here are the rules:

* 3 independent judges to be picked by mrsbrown. Contestants not to know the identity of any of the judges lest bribery or making-the-judge's-favourite-flavour enter into it.

* 3 ice confections each. One of which must be a sorbet, sherbet, water ice, milk ice, or gelato.

* Ice confections to be delivered to mrsbrown, to be judged blind by the selected judges.

* Use an ice cream maker if you must. Bah.

Sound fair?
Jan. 27th, 2009 06:45 am (UTC)
Dealing with the carer business is a tricky one, and if it helps you to reinforce your willpower here, then do it.

But I'm not sure I can say the same about hte haggis, especially after all that fruit.
Jan. 27th, 2009 07:18 am (UTC)
Good for you with the list. I confess I took photos of cleaning the grout between my handbasin and the tiles in the bathroom, as this is a little thing that my usually-fab cleaner misses regularly. After 16 years, it's hard to start criticising... so I feel your pain. She just blinked once, and said, "Oh right. I'll do that then." And now it is done...

O the giddy head rush.
Jan. 27th, 2009 07:55 am (UTC)
I'm glad you mentioned that bit about your environment, because I've had the same feeling about it, and tried to explain this to others, but still sometimes feel like I come off like a crazy cat lady.
Jan. 27th, 2009 04:46 pm (UTC)
When we lived in Indonesia we had housegirls because it seemed to be expected of westerners, and because it gave village girls somewhere to live and some money while they went to high school. (They went to school either morning or afternoon and worked the other half of the day). However, I never did feel comfortable with having "servants" and telling them what to do.
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