"What's for dinner, Mom?" one of my daughters asked on a weekend evening. I was in the middle of a house project, and I hadn't even thought about dinner. Then I heard the click of our dogs' nails on our wood floor as they trotted around nervously. I glanced at the clock and saw it was approaching 5 p.m. They wanted their dinner, too. I had seven mouths to feed: four humans and three dogs. I filled the dog bowls with dog food and got the dogs settled with their dinner.
"I had to go to the grocery store at 6 a.m. to pick up two more packages of deli turkey because somebody left the first two packages on the counter," my husband noted one morning. "Well, when in doubt, throw it out, right?" he added. "Yes, that's the rule," I said. I was happy I wasn't that "someone" who left the perishable food on the counter overnight. I always feel bad about throwing away food.
As I was shopping for some cold medication in a pharmacy, a couple of bolts in a hardware store, some cards at a dollar store and tile in a home goods store, I came to a realization: Food is everywhere. We typically shop for food in a traditional grocery store near our home. Sometimes I am tempted by the food items as I stroll around other types of stores.
"Are you enjoying your coffee?" my husband asked our 19-year-old daughter. "Please stop spying on me!" she exclaimed as she opened the front door of our home. She was not impressed with her parents. "I could turn off the lights in the house now," my husband said to me a little mischievously. "No, we better leave her alone," I responded. We were viewing a video of her on our phone when she was entering our front door with a cup of coffee from her favorite spot. We were more than 1,000 miles away on a trip out of state, and she was in charge of our home.
Recently, I was on six flights during the course of five days, with about 250 people per flight. Every flight had several people who were sneezing or coughing. So, I was exposed to at least 1,500 people all nestled in a pressurized tube breathing the same recycled air. Now I wait to see if my immune system was able to fight germs efficiently during this cold and flu season.
The other day, I paused at a fork in the nutrition road, so to speak. I was making selections at a salad bar and was eyeing three different types of salad greens. Should I choose spinach, mixed greens or romaine lettuce?
"I might eat the napkin, too," my husband said as he squeezed a packet of hot sauce on a breakfast burrito. He usually doesn't have any hot sauce, but he was squeezing on as many calories as he could. I had ordered one burrito for each of us, and he usually has two. "I only had one bowl of ice cream this week," he announced proudly. "I haven't had any ice cream in a month," I responded. "I noticed my jeans are getting loose," he continued.
Jake looked up at me with his dark brown eyes. He appeared kind of sad. He was standing by his blue sweater, which one of my daughters had removed. She thought he was too warm in his wooly sweater because he already has a fur coat.
As we wind down another year, many of us are thinking about what 2018 will bring. Maybe we want to save more money, get fit or wear a smaller clothing size. Improving our health and having more wealth are popular New Year's resolutions, but unfortunately, many resolutions fall by the wayside. Last year, I decided to get more exercise. I went on a lot of walks and worked outside in our yard during the warmer months. However, as winter has arrived, I am ready to hibernate in my den until spring.
A few years ago, I bumped into a man known as "the jolly old elf" as he dropped off some presents for my kids. We had a nice conversation about health, and he set some goals. The other day, I ran into his wife, and our conversation went something like this. "Hi, Mrs. Claus," I said. "How's my favorite red-suited friend doing?"