Do you know what that phrase, johnny-come-lately means? I do, because I just looked it up. I wanted to title the post as such, and thought, "You should really know what it refers to, if you're going to do something like that." The phrase refers to a newcomer, and originated in the English Army, where a newcomer was referred to as Johnny Raw. Or so Ask.com says.
I mean no reference to the English Army by the title of this post. Sadly enough, I've never been to England, or even anywhere across the big pond. I only want to catch you up on what's been going on here, lately. Okay, Johnny?
Lately, I've been inviting people to lunch. Like, multiple people a day. If you're local and I haven't invited you yet, don't worry, I will. The joke is, most days I don't feel like eating lunch. I'm not sure what I'm planning to do on these lunch dates. Most likely sit there and sip ice water with lemon (the only thing that makes me feel un-nauseated) while not watching the other person eat (because then even the ice water wouldn't help). I'm sure it won't be awkward, not even a little bit.
When I do get hungry, I seem to have a wee problem with impulse control. Something in my brain is no longer working, and my sense of portion is off. Usually, my thought process goes like this: If two crackers with cheese was delicious, I should eat more. That sort of reasoning is fine in moderations. Unfortunately, my moderation is broken, and a sleeve & a half of crackers later, I'm finding myself quite uncomfortable. Handsome has no pity on me and my foolish choices. I'm trying to make myself believe that 2 is enough, for pretty much anything, but it's a struggle. Tonight, it was these scones from Annie's Eats.
I ate one. It was manna from heaven (Amen.). So then I ate another. Again, so delicious. I mean, it's got bacon, cheddar, and buttermilk. I really don't know what's better. And I was still feeling okay. I even let a good 20 minutes pass, thinking "perhaps reasoning will kick in." Unfortunately, reasoning has apparently eloped with my sense of moderation, and so I tried another half of one. That was a mistake. The camel's back may never be the same, but at least there has never been a straw so delicious.
You may not want to know this, but Duke has also been a bit of a problem lately. Or, should I say, he's had a bit of a problem lately. With his entire digestive track. Sometimes, I can tell what room he's been hanging out in by the odor that hits your face when you walk in. It's violent. I've been alternating yogurt & pumpkin puree, two things I was told would help with a dog's upset tummy (not that his tummy problems seem to upset him at all...). All that special food, to no avail. So I light candles, and send him outside sometimes when I can bear it no longer. We've got a vet appointment tomorrow. If that doesn't work, can you sell dogs on etsy??
Lately, it's been raining in the evenings. This is great news for a lake community, who's lake has been 40+ feet low for the past few months. The storms are quick and vicious, dark and loud and wonderful. I went and watched it tonight.
I've decided that I would be perfectly happy to live in a place where it consistently rains at 4 PM almost every day in the summer. There are places like that, right? I'd also be perfectly willing to let somebody come give my poor naked toesies a paint job and a rub down, in case anyone feels so moved.
Lately, life has been crazy. And normal. And busy and slow and wonderful. Handsome's schedule got changed around again today. This time, however, it seems we've got our Sunday mornings back, for however long it lasts. I'm only allowed to bake as long as the goods do not stay in the house overnight, because H is also working on his girlish figure (and doing quite well) (I do find it mildly disconcerting that he is slimming down as I beef up...). I surprised my love with some bicycling gloves today, and although he hasn't showed up in a spandex suit yet, I fear I am losing ground on that war (And it is a war, not a battle. Lives could be lost if I lose.).
This post is random and scattered, as is much of my brain and my days. But these days are still glorious, full of love and peace and early bedtimes. May yours have at least two of the previous!
I love the rain & the English Army,