Where Did You Two Come From?

This morning in his not-really-awake haze, Durwood asked what that bird on the honeysuckle was.  I took a quick look out the window and there was a lovely male Flicker.  By the time I reached for the camera he was gone but then he and his lady love (or maybe a fledgling) were perched on either side of the birdbath having a few sips so I got them.  I haven't seen a flicker in a long time.  They're called flickers because when they fly away there's a patch of white feathers where their tail meets their body so you see a flicker of white.



I crocheted a single hexagon yesterday to give my sore wrist a rest (two more to go).  Instead I ripped out the crocheted cloth I'd used in the shower last week.  See, I ran across it downstairs, loved the colors, and decided to use it.  Well, one use and I remembered why those crocheted cloths got banished.  They're extra thick and tough to wring out and too big for doing dishes so I spent part of my last shower figuring out which side of the cloth was the ending and hung the end corner on the hook so when I grabbed it yesterday I knew where to snip a stitch and start pulling stitches out.  Mind you, I probably should have tossed it into the laundry to remove any residual soap, etc. but I just ripped, then balled it up, snipped a corner of a dollar store pint-size plastic bag so it won't roll away as I knit it back into the kind of washcloth I like.  The yarn's a little stiff but all cotton yarn's a little stiff so I'll manage.




Durwood made a yummy chicken meatloaf and broccoli for supper last night but I had bent the WW guidelines too much last week so I found that I gained instead of lost when I stepped on the scale today.  This was not a surprise to me, I had earned it.  I discovered that when I'm in pain (or achy) it's nearly impossible not to feel sorry for myself and over-treat myself.  There, I said it, I'm my own worst enemy.  Even as thrilled as I am with myself at my recent weight loss success, when the chips are down or actually only sort of down I crumble like a cheap paper plate.  When things are really bad, I'm a rock but it's the middle ground of emotion that knocks my pins out from under me.  *sigh*  I'm such a trial to myself but I'm climbing right back on track.  I had a nice, in-plan breakfast and am hoping for better news next Monday when I step on the scale again.  *fingers crossed*

September 5--Allan Laidman, Basketballers.

One young, one middle-aged
One black, one white
Both bald
Both love to play
roundball,
drive the lane,
make the shot.
The same
but different...
maybe not so different
after all. 
~~~~~

There were two separate pictures of a man holding a basketball and I was struck by the similar looks on their faces.  They were total opposites in looks but the photos showed they both felt the same.  How could I not write about both?

I'm meeting a friend for lunch.  I hope there's something I can eat and stick to the plan on the menu.  Wish me luck.
--Barbara