Grrr. I'm starting to get tired of the liquids/pudding only stage of this post-surgery diet. I want something to crunch, damnit! But won't be allowed that until the end of the month. It's going to be a long one. At least I can have pureed food starting on Monday! I'm making that chili I have in the cabinet, and then as soon as I can handle it, I'll be mixing up some egg salad.
My dad had brought Panera tomato soup on Sunday, and I ate it without straining out the tomato and rice bits--big mistake. My stomach just ached for hours afterwards. When I had it again for dinner after straining, I had no problems at all. I'll be having that again tomorrow (Dad's taking me to the doctor's for my first checkup, and we'll be stopping by Panera on the way home), so I've already got the strainer out.
Kathy, when you progress to slightly more solid foods Outback's garlic mashed potatoes will be a godsend.
Ouch, that's a tough haul, Kathy. Find other treats to distract you. Maybe musical or visual.
We're watching
Singin' in the Rain
on TMC and Matilda just saw "Make 'Em Laugh" and piped up, "That's the song Mr. Schuester did!"
Peripherally related to undies: Guess what I'm doing right now?
...I'm running bathwater! Guess why!
...Because someone, whose name starts with ms. and ends with -belle is THE NICEST! And today at my post office box was a prezzie! It's a carton of bath fizzies shaped and packaged like free range eggs! They are so cute! Yay, thank you, msbelle! (I did not wait until Christmas to open. Hope I wasn't supposed to. In point of fact, I did not wait until I got home with the package; I opened it in the parking lot of the post office. Whoo!)
And then I will put on clean undies and go to bed.
Love SitR!! "I'm worth more than Calvin Coolidge, put together!"
Mmmm, garlic mashed potatoes... Dad was asking me what I can have for Xmas dinner--he's having roast beef and mashed potatoes. I was going to have him haul out his blender so I can chop up a few ounces of beef and gravy and supplement it with a bite or two of the potatoes, but that might not work, so I'm thinking about bringing down some egg salad instead. We'll see where I'm at by that date.
Tonight's dinner was just some Dannon's light and fit Key Lime yogurt, which is the right texture, but six ounces instead of four, my portion size. I ended up eating it all, and felt achy again. So, when I have the other yogurt tomorrow, I'm going to take two ounces out of the container right away and toss it down the sink.
Oh, Liese's prezzie is reminding me of why I did this surgery in the first place, so I can finally get back to doing things like taking baths (I really can't get into and out of a bath). I haven't taken a bath in probably 25 years. When I head out to Mom's for our Maine vacation at the end of the summer, I'll see if I remember to try out her jacuzzi tub.
Here's a video of interest to all Buffistas who trudged through the Verdun of setting up the Board's rules.
Brendan Greeley of The Economist relates how "Anonymous" of Operation Payback organized its reprisal attacks against Visa/Mastercard/Paypal in defense of Wikileaks.
The whole thing is intriguing but especially at the end he talks about how decision making occurs within the group. You can bet my ears perked up when I heard, "Basically a quorum of whoever is around at the time..."
Bullshit consensus!
In other important Panda News, Tim Dowling of Guardian UK pens the most entertaining review of a nature show I've read all decade:
To me, pandas always look like people dressed up as pandas, doing not very good panda impressions. They forget to crawl like pandas, and suddenly get up and walk off on two legs. Or they sit, like a fat man with bad posture, looking bored and waiting for someone to come and help them out of their panda suit.
Humans like to anthropomorphise animals, of course, but certain animals – among them pandas, penguins and owls – seem to meet us halfway. It doesn't stop us driving them to the edge of extinction, but it gets them a place in the front of the queue when the conservation money is handed out.
There are only about 2,000 giant pandas left in the wild. China is spending vast amounts of money on captive breeding to restore numbers, but in this project the panda is not prepared to meet us halfway. Watching Natural World: Panda Makers (BBC1), one quickly got an idea of how little help pandas are when it comes to panda breeding. It's not that they don't like sex, said David Attenborough – that's a myth, apparently – it's just that captivity puts them in the wrong mood. And a few generations down the line, the male pandas have forgotten how to do it. I'm not squeamish about pandas having sex, but I did find it excruciating to watch the lumbering, modestly endowed Pin Pin's inept performance.
The difficulties don't end there. Females are only in heat for 72 hours. You can't tell if they're pregnant or not, so you just have to wait until the birth, which can take anything between 11 weeks and 11 months. The good news is they have twins about half the time; the bad news is they always abandon one. And a newborn panda is by no means the finished article. It looks like a skinned squirrel, and weighs about 100g.
With endless patience, however – plus artificial insemination, constant testing and a neat trick where they swap the twins up to 10 times a day to get the mother to feed both – the Chengdu research base of giant panda breeding has created a captive population of about 300, which it means to reintroduce into the wild. Visitors come to watch the pandas dance, roll about and eat bamboo shoots. The young ones are especially cute, and they don't seem to mind being carried about like soft toys.
Some experts believe this project is the most colossal waste of conservation money ever, but it's hard to think like that while you're watching pandas at play, just as it's hard not to think that any minute they're all going to stop, pull their panda-heads off and light fags.
I read his blog post about that today, and I thought it was interesting but he doesn't seem to know about some of Anonymous' other associations... (::cough:: 4chan ::cough::)
