Little black dish.

Lately I have been dreaming wild, technicolor sagas. They go on and on. It is strange to me, and I realize how poorly I have slept being on Prilosec for several years. Who knew?
But as anyone who sleeps well knows, that complete sinking into nirvana is priceless. I feel blessed when I wake up and feel that I have really and truly slept, without tossing and turning all night.
My mother, who is almost 86, has slept like this all her life. She admits that most nights, she doesn't even move, and she rarely gets up even to go to the bathroom. I think that is a secret to her longevity.
To follow up a bit on my recovery from Prilosec, I have found a couple of hard truths. I cannot eat a huge breakfast, no matter how great it looks to me. I cannot eat peppers; red, green or otherwise. I can not overeat. Period. Or discomfort ensues.
So I am going on Weight Watchers. Oh, not really on WW. But on their portion plan. Did you ever wonder why it works? WW? I have a theory. It isn't their point system, or their well photographed recipes. It is purely portion control. I have a couple of the shallow black, plastic dishes that their 'Smart Ones' come in.
Yesterday for lunch, I was going to have some of my leftover pasta dish. But I know that eating it can be addictive. So I got my little WW black dish out, and I put the pasta in it, level with the top. No overfilling allowed.
And I realized that the little black dish is probably a 'normal' portion. Putting it in a huge pasta bowl is probably not.
To quote Frank Barone, of my favorite show, "Everybody Loves Raymond".....
CRAP.
But that's my plan. Little black dish. Portion control. No overeating.
I read somewhere that total recovery from this Prilosec abuse can last as long as you took the drug.
CRAP.
It reminds me of when my cousin and his wife came to visit, from England. They laughingly said that Americans were pigs, a prime rib special at a local restaurant could feed a family of four.
And of course, they are right. We overeat. That's what we do. We are Americans. We do everything big.
Thus, the little black dish.
I think I may have to take it into restaurants with me.

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I spent a little time in the garden, with my friend, Alice. I love her dearly, and she has the same funky gardening style I do. My old friend, Gayle, would call it "garbage gardening."
Ah, the joy of being able to do what you want, no matter what anyone thinks, eh?
Said friend also said the labyrinth was the most ridiculous idea she had ever heard of.

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I just smiled.
Alice, thank God, cheered me on.
Today, being Sunday, and Father's day, I only spent the morning at the studio. Took care of a few things inside, and outside. But it was brutally hot, so I came home.
To my lovely air conditioned house.
And this. :)

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You didn't think I was going to take a day off from weaving, did you??
Be serious.
And besides, I kept thinking of this.

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And this.

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I wanted to take a swim, and read my book in the gazebo.
It is a great book.

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And my favorite potato salad.

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What a day.