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Gramma’s Drinking Thick Water! Will It Kill Her?

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We were visiting our “kids” (who aren’t really kids) and their kids (who really are) for Christmas. That’s always an experience in and of itself. And, I love every minute of it! For as long as I can remember, though, I’ve had kind of a target on my back…and front (so far as my son and his wife are concerned, that is). Some of the pleasure in their lives is found in teasing “Mom.” Yeah, they harass, throw verbal barbs, and generally make fun of my many idiosyncrasies.

These two lovable nut-bars seem to enjoy finding things about me that are strange (and there’s quite a selection, to be honest). There are plenty of areas in which I fall short (like memory when we play UNO, etc.). My senior citizenship has provided them with plenty of material most recently, and that was the case here.

As a Weight Watcher, I have to focus on drinking a minimum of six cups of water every day. Sadly, I’ve found that, if left to my own yearnings, I wouldn’t drink that much because I only drink when I’m thirsty. I’ve never awakened from a sound night’s sleep thinking about how great it would be to guzzle water cup after cup. So, I have to make a deliberate attempt to drink water. One 2-cup bottle gets me started in the morning. At least that’s my intent. Then, I usually fill my 32-ounce bottle with the rest of my requirement.

Sadly, some maladies of old age have recently struck! One attack of diverticulitis was plenty! I’ve read (and heard from my doctor) that the best way to fight the reoccurrence of diverticulitis symptoms, is to increase fiber intake. So, fiber has now become my friend! (Yeah, right!) But, it seems that the fiber in the food I eat isn’t enough! I’ve been forced to start supplementing it with the powdery white stuff that stirs into liquids without adding either taste or grit. Sounds delicious, huh?

When I first get up in the mornings, I add about one and a half teaspoons of the white stuff to a bottle of water and give it a shake. Naturally my son was aware of all this preparation so when Jesse (grandson #2) reached for my first bottle of the day in hopes of snagging a sip or two, his dad said, “Jess, you don’t really want any of that. Gramma is drinking thick water.”

At that point, I filled in with a bit of explanation. At least it was enough to wipe the confused expression off of Jesse’s face. Just the thought of “thick water” truly is sort of disgusting I must admit but, in the end, instead of killing me, it’s my hope to both lengthen and enhance the quality of my life. We won’t discuss the “jet propulsion” which the increased fiber inevitably provides for THAT is always quite embarrassing.

To Journal or Not to Journal

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Today is the first time that I’m trying to journal. To be honest, I’m not certain that I have what it takes. So, we could look at this as a test of my…”stick-to-it-tive-ness?” Not to worry — as this certainly won’t be a daily “thing.” Life is out there for the living and I can’t be two places at once. On occasion, however, it might nice to share some thoughts with myself. After all, I’m sometimes the last to know what’s really goin’ on in my own head.

Curiosity abounds! Will this serve any purpose at all? Is there a chance that I might actually benefit from journaling in some way? Some have suggested that I might (since writing has been therapeutic throughout my life). I’ve found, for some odd reason, that the concept of Blogging is whispering to me. To be honest, that thought makes me question my sanity! As enticing as it sounds, it would force me to learn something new! God has blessed me with a thirst for life and learning new things. So, we’ll see…

If I do, in fact, follow through with this little experiment, I’m curious as to (as my BFF would say), “Who cares?!” I’d be more likely to use my old standby, “Who gives a rip?!“ Probably not a soul. But…that’s OK, too, because (and this is actually an original thought) if I remove the reins from the horse, there is no telling where she’ll roam! If this were to actually become a blog, it could get pretty unruly! Who would want to keep up with somewhat random stories, opinions, adventures, rants, dreams, prayers, and even the thoughts of a woman whose spirit feels at least thirty years younger than her body?

My Past may be a nice place to visit, occasionally (if I can find pieces of it worthy of examination or sharing). After all, at sixty-three, thoughts of my yesteryear seem all but extinct. Who knows. I may stumble over an interesting fossil here and there.

The Present seems far more worthwhile since it’s filled with fairly diverse and perhaps slightly relevant things that are current. At least it consists of things over which I have some degree of control. Well, God and I sort of share in that responsibility.

The Future? Well, all I can do with that is to let my mind wander a bit (which it does fairly often) and simply imagine the possibilities.

So, I’ll stop at this point and ponder thoughts that have poured from my fingertips around midnight.