Or, as my brother says, some kids just have to learn the hard way. But, will I ever learn? I have hypoglycemia. Not all that difficult to manage (really?), but I seem to keep running into problems. I know I shouldn’t eat simple carbs or sugar, but, one symptom of this condition is that it makes you constantly hungry and, of course, you crave sweets. I generally do pretty well. However, yesterday I needed to run some errands, and there were all those displays of lovely Easter candy sitting out. I just had to have some. Sugar usually makes me get hot, sweaty, and shaky, but I didn’t feel any of that yesterday. I was sitting with the computer, working on Ancestry.com, and suddenly, I couldn’t remember who was who’s father, brother, or son. They were all sort of running together and I was so confused. Uh-oh. Confusion generally equals low blood sugar. Thank goodness I could remember that. Grabbed my tester which, thankfully, was right near me, and my reading was 29. It should be between 70-100. 29 is about a step away from seizures and coma. Remedy? Sugar! I ate a few pieces of candy, got the sugar up, had some protein to sort of even things out, and then threw the remaining candy in the trash. GEEZ! I know better. I really know better. Dr. Pavlov was able to train dogs with conditioned response. Can someone please train me not to do stupid things like this? OY! So, today I’m back on the protein train. Easter eggs for breakfast, greek yogurt with strawberries for lunch. Now I’m headed upstairs for some quilting with no food. Why do we always want what we can’t have?
Imagine my surprise when I received an email this morning saying that my whole cloth quilt was the featured quilt of the day on Alex Anderson’s and Ricky Tims’s The Quilt Show Blog! It took me a while to figure out how it could have gotten there, but then I remembered (through my old lady fog) that I received a one-year’s membership to The Quilt Show when it debuted, and part of it was you could put your quilts in an album on their site. So, I uploaded it in 2007 and it only took four years to ‘come round again on the guitar’ so to speak. You can see it here http://www.thequiltshow.com/os/quilt_featured.php/quilts_id/1000043 I am, of course, very pleased to have my quilt on display for the day. This was my very first whole cloth quilt, designed in a class with Karen McTavish at MQX in 2006. It made the show circuit and took a couple of ribbons, probably the most notable being the blue in the pro class at our county fair. While pretty, it contained a poor batting choice and did not hang well without a lot of prodding. I still like it though. It contains a lot of fond memories.
Well, sorta kinda. I had the day off today (April 1, but it was no joke). It was a gorgeous, warm sunny day for most of the day. It clouded up late in the day. I slept in until 9 a.m. Unheard of for me, even on the weekends. I had great coffee, played ball with my dog, did a little laundry, the dishes, vacuumed, and a little sewing. Didn’t get any quilting in, because it was time to head down to my brother’s house to celebrate his birthday. His birthday isn’t till Sunday, but he and his wife have an outing to the coast, so we won’t celebrate on that day. Came home, played with the dog some more, and now I’m winding down and getting ready for bed. It was a great day. Looking forward to the weekend, then I have to go back to work on Monday. However, I’m not going to be a regular employee anymore. I’m a post-retiree employee. The door will be open to the outside. If it gets to be too much for me (as it has several times over the past few years) I won’t feel guilty if I get up and head out the door. I hope to finish up everything I need to do, clean up my disastrous office (kind of looks like my house!) and hang in there until they find someone to take my job. I hope to last the six months (it would be great financially), but I’m not really sure I can hack it. After 32 years on the job I’m out of gas. Just no drive for jumping through hoops, putting up with politics and bullshit. I want to sew, quilt, garden, dance around to loud rock and roll, and live in my house — maybe organize it and make it feel like my home. I’ve been here almost 20 years and it’s always been just a house. I want to make it my home. Hopefully, with time, I’ll get it all organized and comfy. I’m ready. I’m happy. I’m retired.