oh rainy day
Breakfast outside on 7H porch so as to watch the rain sweeping over the Bay, coming my way. Tropical system Nicholas is way off to the west, but this cloudburst is arriving from the southeast, meaning its cloud is a storm-band from the once hurricane. Not fierce, driving-hard rain, sort of medium, but the wind Is brisk and I'm getting wet, so giving up and going inside.
Breakfast, I'm following the regimen Linda came up with to ease the postprandial hypotension, which I read this morning affects 80% of people in my age group. The key so far, which is working for me, is black coffee, an Aleve pill, a 12 to15 ounce mug of ice water (I usually make it ice coffee), and no carbohydrates whatsoever. So, protein, and fruit. This morning, a mound of minced lamb cut to bits with scissors, leftover from the roast leg of, stir in about equal mayo and Fage 5% yogurt.
No salt, seeing that CHF is taking the foot issue to the next level, but a shake of NoSalt, which is potassium, to ward off potassium drop due to the furosemide action. But not too much NoSalt, because it counteracts one of the heart meds. See, life at this age becomes an exercise in self-medication. Actually, not an exercise, but an experiment in trying to maintain balance of some sort.
The rain is now white outside, and the weather app on my phone says the wind is E 6 mph, but it's more than any six, it's whipping the branches of Linda's satsuma tree. Another weather app, Storm Radar, indicates that we're going to have rain pretty much all day. We tentatively thought of a trip to Tyndall AFB commissary and exchange, but another day, it wasn't needed, just to be an adventure.
Oh, the breakfast fruit: the light orange colored sweet melon that the grocers have for a few weeks this time of summer. Sugar melon or some such name.
My glad for today: Newsom in a Landslide. Gov Newsom is retained in office. A poison, potentially deadly in that it eventually will cause such mistrust of our systems as to bring down the republic, which is held up by trust, honor, and integrity alone, has infected the U S political scene. It seems to begin with shrieks of "election fraud" so as to stir the lunatic fringe into breaking out their Confederate battle-flags. If those who shriek it really believe it, they themselves are truly idiot, imbecile, moron. If, as seems more likely, it's their political gimmick, shout "election fraud", like denying climate change, and being against facemasks, and against covid vaccinations, and screaming that covid is a hoax, all to appeal to the mentality of their masses, it's totally dishonest, but it works, it does work, has worked, is working. Populism, part of the tactics, strategy, of spewing whatever b.s. will appeal to the part of the electorate that one wants to attract, to coax out of the woodwork and from under the rocks. It has no sense of honor, only of lust for power at any cost, the greatest of which is the total loss of integrity. It runs rampant.
Repent, which means talk about something else. The lectionary, our readings for next Sunday includes this wonderful observation from Proverbs:
Proverbs 31:10-31
A capable wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
She is like the ships of the merchant,
she brings her food from far away.
She rises while it is still night
and provides food for her household
and tasks for her servant-girls.
She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
She girds herself with strength,
and makes her arms strong.
She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
She opens her hand to the poor,
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid for her household when it snows,
for all her household are clothed in crimson.
She makes herself coverings;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
Her husband is known in the city gates,
taking his seat among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them;
she supplies the merchant with sashes.
Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household,
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her happy;
her husband too, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Give her a share in the fruit of her hands,
and let her works praise her in the city gates.
Haven't used my sign for a while.
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