A hypothesis my boyfriend and I came up with:
The only member of class 3 I can think of is corn — he’s had sweet corn ice cream in the Philippines and said it was extremely tasty. Any others?
I want cookies. Chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven. Or raisin oatmeal cookies. Or sugar cookies, good and thick so they’re chewy in the middle. Snickerdoodles. Gingersnaps.
I’m eating ice cubes instead.
Yes, I’m in my annual Waning Year Processed Sugar Fast. It’s become a tradition of mine; from November 1 to approximately December 21, I give up sweets. No candy, no cake, no ice cream, no pie, no *sniff* cookies. I do allow myself jelly on my peanut butter sandwiches, and an occasional smidge of real maple syrup when I make crepes, and Thanksgiving is a No-Fast Day, but that’s it.
It’s actually not so bad; in fact, by the end of October, I was positively looking forward to it; I feel much clearer-headed and even-tempered when I’m not eating so much sugar. Often I have a hard time eating sweets without binging, but when I’ve been off sugar a while it’s much easier.
But occasionally I do miss cookies. Sigh, cookies. Gooey fresh cookies….
The cotton sweater is DONE! I’ve now started a pair of socks, plain black Wildfoote; I’m considering using a variant of Laura Gallagher’s Fluted Banister Socks pattern.
The owl is also done. I have restrained myself from starting any new cross-stitch projects; I want to finish one more counted-work project first before I dive into any new ones. I’ve done a thread on the pentacle and a little more work on the crane but haven’t touched any of the others. The crane and the Just Nan sampler are not that far from being finished, so I might get one or both of them done by the end of the year.
I’ve sewn a few seams on my ex’s dress. The skirt and yoke pieces are attached; the yoke facings, pockets, side seams, sleeves, and hems remain. Next I need to cut out a dress I’m making for a church friend; actually, I need to cut out a muslin first and make sure this pattern fits her. Which means, in any case, that I need an afternoon at home without child….
Another square on the afghan is almost finished; no progress on the wall quilt. And that’s the news from Lake Woebeyarn, where all the fabric is unfrayed, all the colors unfaded, and all the stash above average.
No, I’m not especially thrilled about the overall election results.
But at least my Congresscritter got reelected in spite of the redistricting. And light rail in my city got approved, which I’m happy about for itself, and which also means that I don’t have to listen to my ex *censored* about anti-rail folks.
And if the farthest-out-there dire predictions on the left come to pass, I’m sure my conservative Christian sister will be willing to take care of my son when I’m hauled off to jail for being a feminist Unitarian divorcee *g*.
In the past few days….
Why do I have the creepy suspicion that there’s a big sign on my life saying “Warranty Expires October 27″?
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