Vertical Gastric Sleeve – Day 139

Weight loss has stopped cold. Crawled a bit. Stopped cold again. I’m in a pattern now.

But what of my other health goals? Still taking wee amounts of hypertension med. Still taking a bit of Metformin.  This is improvement and I will take it as success.

Inflammation? Now there is a story to tell.

The mystery between inflammation and bariatric surgery cannot be fully explained yet. My arthritis did not flee, it’s just behaving little better these days. Weight loss alone cannot explain the remission of inflammation of tissue around joints.  Better overall diet might play a key role, but one simply cannot pin this benefit squarely where it belongs.

Still…who’s complaining about feeling better?  Not me!

 

 

Miss Almira Gulch

Miss Almira Gulch terrified this child when she came screaming down the Kansas landscape on her bicycle, little Toto trapped in her basket.  The Wizard of Oz delivered us a wonderful villain.Actress Margaret Hamilton barged onto the flat, sepia farm with such ferocity that she seemed to suck the very air out of the place.

While Auntie Em would take the brunt of Gulch’s vitriol, it was Uncle Henry who punctuated her visit when he shut the gate, hitting Gulch on the backside as she went through.

If there was an Oscar for best performance by a gate…surely Henry and Em’s gate would have taken the prize that year!

A search re Hamilton this morning revealed she had been a kindergarten teacher. Imagine what lively books she brought to life for her little students!

Wikipedia quotes Hamilton speaking about her personal appearances before children:

“Almost always they want me to laugh like the Witch. And sometimes when I go to schools, if we’re in an auditorium, I’ll do it. And there’s always a funny reaction, like ‘Ye gods, they wish they hadn’t asked.’ They’re scared. They’re really scared for a second. Even adolescents. I guess for a minute they get the feeling they got when they watched the picture. They like to hear it but they ‘don’t’ like to hear it. And then they go, ‘Ohhhhhhhhhh…!’ The picture made a terrible impression of some kind on them, sometimes a ghastly impression, but most of them got over it, I guess…because when I talk like the Witch, and when I laugh, there is a hesitation and then they clap. They’re clapping at hearing the sound again.”

 

Photo posted by Insomnia Cured Here on Flikr.

Via Daily Prompt:  gate

Girl Whacks Ball

Tetherball was a lifesaver in my childhood.  It filled lonely spots on the playground with a zen-like calmness when played alone.

Sometimes boys made it a ‘cage-fight-to-the death’ during recesses at Hoover Elementary.  tetherball

I was one of the tougher girl players, but not the best. The physics of tetherball were right up my alley. I didn’t need to be a fast runner, but strength and timing were still key.

Funny how a thin pole, a string and a dangling object can keep a cat endlessly entertained.

How much more so an independent little girl!

Via Daily Prompt:  Tether

Photo 9/365 by Alexis Nyal

 

 

“He has a lot of pluck…”

courageous readiness to fight or continue against odds :  dogged resolution

via Pluck | Definition of Pluck by Merriam-Webster

I like this use of pluck.  Sounds so feisty! I think of a small, wiry fellow in a rigid hat as he strides down the street itching for a fight. Turn-of-the-century maybe, watch fob dangling.

Upon first reading the daily prompt today I immediately thought of eyebrows.  Then chickens. Not that the two belong together, although chickens plucking eyebrows would be rather funny.  🙂

Sign of the Crab

Crab shells were among my favorite beach finds as a girl. I was born under the astrological sign Cancer – the crab.  I wonder if knowing that peaked my interest in crabs.

Recently I was able to watch crabs transverse shallow, sunny waters near the San Juan Islands. Underwater, the crabs’ shells shined  with surprising opulence when the sun hit them just right. They were pretty for the briefest of moments.

It is so easy to have a romance with the beach. You admire seafaring vessels from afar, your feet firmly planted in polished sand as you cast your eye over the watery plane.

Children frolic . Dogs chase waves. Waves chase children. Broken bits of shell and stone tempt the eye.

And sound is tempered by the briny deep. The loud of birds and people is cast into the open air only to be swallowed by nature itself.

Via Daily Prompt:  Sail

Photo Cool Crab by Jennifer Gresham