I think. This morning I had more time feeling like me. But this afternoon I was back to
So I’m going to believe I’ve turned a corner.😄
Category: Health
Clinic closed. Can’t do the two hours drive. Darned UTI
With piano, when I feel I’m done, I sneak in one more song or watch piano YouTubes
With my thumbs hurting I am slowing down on yarn projects. But I have set up the goal of at least one row. Still a photo wouldn’t show progress.
Around the house, I’m implementing one thing in each room, even if it’s picking up something on the floor.
The result of this is I seem to have the stamina for a little more everyday. Tomorrow I will finish the corner where the new cat tree will be.
And, I will finally put rocks in the bamboo and change water as the instructions suggested. I had that lucky plant for maybe ten years but it was getting sad. I hope to propagate many plants from this one. Right now the new babies look like this:
Instant Pot Duo Crisp Air Fryer Cookbook for Beginners: 1200+ Quick and Crispy Instant Pot Duo Crisp Recipes for Anyone by Eleanor Pearce
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Of my books, this is the most diverse, yet hardest to read. The index is not the best. All recipes are in the tiniest fonts meant only for the most important prescription drugs. And the things I want to try, I go to the internet instead of this book. Keeping for reference.
The Step-by-Step Instant Pot Cookbook: 100 Simple Recipes for Spectacular Results — with Photographs of Every Step by Jeffrey EisnerMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
I like this recipe book and keeping it for reference. Nice font. Lots of pictures.
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I’m having a hard time finding books for financially vegan diabetics. Suggestions?
I hate making decisions.
Pixie
Chin-length bon
Keep long add bangs
I have reasons to like and hate for each.
Neat as a pin upon the head where a thousand angels dance. Impossible concepts.
All my life, messy was my other middle name. The actual middle name implied the perfection planned for me.
Desk cleaning day in grade school had me in utter devastating humiliation.
In highschool was the locker cleanup day.
My bedroom was a disaster until the cat peed on my clothes. No longer did my mother have to scream at me. I never let my clothes drift to the floor. Hamper or closet or chest of drawers. The clothes solution stuck. But eek, the rest still shames me daily.
I finally get control of one aspect when ‘life’ happens and throws a wrench in schedule and neatness. And who left that tool out here to trip over?
Grief, then TV guy, messed up all my regulated plans for self improvement, just as I got ready to tighten the schedule for house improvement, so now the swinging the pendulum is working to get me on track.
Not for perfection but enjoying passions fully while aiming to stay healthy.
Neat may never happen. ADHD keeps life moving.
Adding yoga and meditation. At least I’ll feel more peaceful about it.
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Cinnamon was the name of a fuzzy pet. I couldn’t remember what mammal he was. I read the book when I was 5th or 6th grade, during my horse book binge. I mentioned it to my friend Y today. She remembered a book about a horse. My intent was to make this a book review. But I couldn’t find the book anywhere. There were a lot of books about cinnamon and pets by that name but the book I pictured I couldn’t find. Maybe I didn’t do proper search words.
So I have to switch methods.
Cinnamon is a spice that has health benefits. Here’s a couple of ways I use it.
Sorry for the lack of imagination. But the tea was lovely.
Life feels like a labyrinth right now. So much pulling on a person. But finding my way through means there are things to do. Lately, I’ve been prioritizing my physical and mental health.
Pianoing, knitting and the other hobbies are for my mental. Stationary bike and treadmill, on meandering around the house are for the physical.
Prayers come in in my doings, in my journaling when I find myself staring into space.
I don’t know where the entrance or exit are. But taking each turn should keep the scenery changing.
Darswords 
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