Tuesday Ramble

Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.

George Eliot

Good morning on this first full day of fall.  My day wasn't so good, but I had a very nice evening as I welcomed the equinox.  Before I begin, thanks to all those who sent prayers and positive thoughts. Sunday night I had an episode of heart palpitations which went away.  I woke on Monday feeling fine.  Took my shower, fed Miss Minga, had a bowl of oatmeal, and started to put on what little make I still wear.  Then it happened.  My heart started beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest.  After a few moments it went away.  Then it happened again about 15 minutes later.  The third time it happened I went to hubby and told him I had to go to the hospital.

EKG was normal as was blood work and urine, so it wasn't my thyroid, and I was obviously not diabetic.  I am pre-diabetic and I was fearful that it may have crossed over.  My blood pressure, however, was 175/137, not good, but during the day it went down to near normal, and I still had an episode.  The end result is I am scheduled to meet with my doctor Thursday am, and he will give me a referral to the  cardiologist who I already met.  He said that without knowing what is causing it, we cannot treat it, so he is going to have me use a Holter Monitor for awhile to track my episodes. 

Dinner was so good if I do say so myself...and so very simple to make.

1 head green cabbage chopped
1 onion sliced
1 can low sodium chicken broth
2 tbs. butter 
Black pepper (You can add salt if you wish.  I don't use salt so I don't put it on my recipes)

In large skillet, bring the chicken broth and butter to a boil.  Add cabbage and onions and reduce heat.  Cover, reduce heat,  and simmer until cabbage is tender.   

 The chicken was also simple to make.  After rinsing, I sprinkled it with a little salt, pepper, garlic powder, basil, and paprika.  Put chicken in cooking bag and placed in the oven.  About 15 minutes before it is done, I always take it from the bag and allow it to get brown.  

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
By the wayside a-weary.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow