It is full fall now. It seemed the leaves turned and are falling within a couple of days. We’re back to dripping faucets and heaters. I’m still rebelling with bare feet. My brother and son still wear shorts with heavy jackets to take out the dog.
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “Last/Lest/List/Lost.” Use them in any form you like. Use one, use two or use them all. Bonus points if you use all four. I’ll chip in extra bonus points if you use the word formed from the missing vowel in a well mannered way, but behave yourselves lest you lose all you bonus points… Enjoy!
Lest you all think I don’t have an Afghan to finish, let me list what still needs to be done.
1. Finish the last panel. I got nearly one third finished as of this moment. It’s going fast but may not get done today. Let’s hope I do.
2. Sew the panels together.
3. Put on an anti-curl trim.
4. Find pretty paper and a card.
5. Mail to the happy couple.
Let’s hope my fingers and back hold out. I don’t usually set a deadline on my projects. But this one is important. If I don’t get it done by Monday, all is not lost. But having the looming date helps me stay focused.
Still no picture. I promise before I mail it to capture the image.
So, back to work for me.
Happy Fall!
In the progression of Fall, today we have had rain and it’s chilly. The trees are nearly naked.
Isn’t it great that we don’t loose our hands, fingers, feet, and toes every Fall. Bare limbs just seem so sad.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “body parts.” Pick a body part and talk about it. Make sure to leave a comment below or put a disclaimer at the top of your post if it’s NSFW! There are people who participate in SoCS and love to support others, but not every one will want to read about private parts. Have fun!
In the progression of Fall, today we have had rain and it’s chilly. The trees are nearly naked.
Isn’t it great that we don’t loose our hands, fingers, feet, and toes every Fall. Bare limbs just seem so sad.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “body parts.” Pick a body part and talk about it. Make sure to leave a comment below or put a disclaimer at the top of your post if it’s NSFW! There are people who participate in SoCS and love to support others, but not every one will want to read about private parts. Have fun!
Finally, done with the things like my walk, winter clothes out, and summer put away. Hey, did I tell you I’ve managed another 36+ hour fast? I’m pretty jazzed about that. It has taken me a LONG time to get to this point. I decided Sunday is best for the day to skip food. It gets more of a spiritual feeling as I try to find which things to focus my thoughts on. And just like the fast I did with my husband for his procedure last week, I find the hours 24 and 25 the most difficult. After that, it is a piece of cake. I broke that fast with two slices of bread with butter and one egg. And I didn’t get sick from it! Yay!
The fall progress picture was taken after my walk.
So on to my #Inktober submission and a continuation of the story.
“Crystal, wake up!” Her fan was shaking her.
“Go away. Let me sleep!” Crystal groaned. Then she rolled over. She was cold. She pulled on her hood and stuck her hands in her pockets. “Oh, it’s over?”
The fan was surprised. “Yeah. What was all that? Was it real?” The fan held out her hand. “Cindy, by the way. My name is Cindy.”
Crystal took Cindy’s hand and allowed Cindy to help Crystal to her feet. “Hi, Cindy! What happened?” Crystal knew. But each of her helpers experienced these things far differently from what Crystal knew as the truth.
“Were you a lizard? Who killed the guard? And should we go help that guy?” Cindy asked and pointed to another corner where a barrel seemed to be calling out with a hand waving. “And what is that sour smell?”
Crystal sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose. “Ew! Yeah. What is that?”
Crystal and Cindy walked toward the barrel. As they got closer, the word ‘Pickles’ gave them the odor’s origin. “They must be rotten pickles.” Crystal stated. She reached into the barrel and pulled out a man in a soggy green uniform. A puffy sopping hat was in his other hand.
“William! How did you get in here?” Crystal asked.
“There was a huge wind. It blew off my hat. The hat fell into the barrel. I had to go in and get it. But that was when I got stuck. I’m so glad you found me before I was pickled.”
Crystal laughed. She understood how all this happened. She wanted to hug her friend, but, ick! “Let’s go back to my trailer, and I’ll explain it all to both of you.
After you shower and change into clean clothes, that is. You’re quite the guard, Will! And you were put into quite the pickle!” She laughed again.
Just to update quickly my husband is fine. He had a few polyps that they removed. The cool part for me was I was able to show support in two ways. One was to drive him home.
Chris had to fast from midnight Saturday night until after his appointment 1 (or was it 2? Weird I can’t remember now) on Monday.
Anyway, Easy peasy. I did heavy Keto Saturday until my normal cut off of 8PM.
I have been trying to work my fast time to the health-inducing autophagy of a 36-48 hour fast.
By the way, here’s the definition of autophagy:
Autophagy is the body’s way of cleaning out damaged cells, in order to regenerate newer, healthier cells, according to Priya Khorana, PhD, in nutrition education from Columbia University. “Auto” means self and “phagy” means eat. So the literal meaning of autophagy is “self-eating.”Aug 23, 2018
https://www.healthline.com › health
Funny now I think about it. Isn’t that what Autumn is about? Leaves fall to feed the tree next year.
So, after that crazy hour I usually give in as too hungry at hour 24/25. But this was easy sailing. Nothing crazy. No shakes or fainting. And if it is such a bad thing why did his doctor recommend such a fast for a diabetic who is on more prescriptions than I am. So this seemed a good time to try. I declared it to him. He gave me an out. But I knew love would get me through.
It was fun to watch us both as we gain a confidence in our bodies. We both knew tricks. He could cheat and have broth or even jello if sugar levels got bad. He did drink some broth.
I knew I could cheat with bone broth or even peanut butter. Though technically those break a fast it is okay for newbies.
No cheating for me. Drinking water, tea, and coffee helped keep me hydrated. I felt badly that my husband wasn’t allowed water or anything on the morning of the procedure. I had to sneak sips when he was busy driving.
I brought a jar of natural peanut butter and two clean spoons for after. We had a two hour trip back so I felt it wise.
We stopped at the Barnes and Noble on the way out. No. Not for the books. I knew they had a nice restroom. All that water needs to go somewhere. I might note, outside of the doctor’s office this was the cleanest and most protective spot I’d ever been to. I plan to go back soon!
My fast lasted 45 hours if you don’t count a spoonful of peanut butter. Today was feast day. Maybe tomorrow I’ll fast 36 again. Weight has fallen a lot since I began this adventure early this year.
Did you notice in the pictures above, that the smaller tree on the right has lost most of it’s leaves except up near the top some stubborn green leaves are hanging on for dear life!
Since I learned the mnemonic
I have celebrated this day. Sadly, the modern teachers avoid ‘oldies’ words. It is harder to say hath over has for our tongues but they miss teaching moments by modernizing.
I can’t believe we are at the beginning of the end. Gird up your loins folks! We’ve made it through the first end month. The -embers and scary -ober are here.
A quick Fall-in-Oregon Outback, well, view from my window update.
Less on the trees.
More on the driveway.
Anyway, Happy Hathvember!
We have two newish chicks. The white hen is the mom. One baby is drinking water, the other is upper left. They are dark brown like their daddy.
Fall is happening. Yellow trees, yellow driveway.
By the way, working from my phone is easier now than laptop. Go figure!
Happy Sunday!
And the trees that were green last week look like this:
The chickens have leaves to search under.
But they don’t seem to mind.
The coming cold and storm from Alaska make the barometric pressure change drastically. Which means I can barely move. Proof? Here:
Still, the child inside can’t wait to see the snow!
Darswords 
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