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Things making me happy today:
1. Berry-flavored Viactiv Flavor Glides (ooo, sounds vaguely dirty!)
I read this article on taking care of your bones, and it scared me into taking my vitamins. (The good news - a grande latte gets you 45% of calcium RDA!) The problem I've had with vitamins before is that if they contain all the good stuff I need, they're these gigantic horse pills that I'm afraid I'll choke on. Honestly, I used to wait till Mr. Indi came home to take my caplets, in case I turned blue! These are yummy and, as promised, easy to swallow.
2. Seeing leaves pop up on the plants I put in this weekend
I'd forgotten how much joy I get out of gardening. There's something very Zen about patting a seedling into place just so, watering the bare earth patiently, and then seeing new growth emerge. When I used to work a desk job sixty hours a week I would come home sometimes and garden in the dark, just so that I could bring forth something that would continue to grow after I walked away from it, something that couldn't be eliminated by e-mail.
3. Bumper sticker: "I love my country...but I think we should start seeing other people." Hee!
On another note, I've been reading a lot about race and racism and people of color and fen of color, and have been trying to decide if I'm brave enough to articulate some of my thoughts and questions here. I guess I could f-lock it, but isn't the point to bring these thoughts out into the light?
*muses*
1. Berry-flavored Viactiv Flavor Glides (ooo, sounds vaguely dirty!)
I read this article on taking care of your bones, and it scared me into taking my vitamins. (The good news - a grande latte gets you 45% of calcium RDA!) The problem I've had with vitamins before is that if they contain all the good stuff I need, they're these gigantic horse pills that I'm afraid I'll choke on. Honestly, I used to wait till Mr. Indi came home to take my caplets, in case I turned blue! These are yummy and, as promised, easy to swallow.
2. Seeing leaves pop up on the plants I put in this weekend
I'd forgotten how much joy I get out of gardening. There's something very Zen about patting a seedling into place just so, watering the bare earth patiently, and then seeing new growth emerge. When I used to work a desk job sixty hours a week I would come home sometimes and garden in the dark, just so that I could bring forth something that would continue to grow after I walked away from it, something that couldn't be eliminated by e-mail.
3. Bumper sticker: "I love my country...but I think we should start seeing other people." Hee!
On another note, I've been reading a lot about race and racism and people of color and fen of color, and have been trying to decide if I'm brave enough to articulate some of my thoughts and questions here. I guess I could f-lock it, but isn't the point to bring these thoughts out into the light?
*muses*