Monday This and That

Another week begins.  Are you ready?  Today I head out to class.  Too bad it's a rainy day.  Hot, humid, and wet.  It's my last Monday classes until September so I really don't want to stay home, but we'll see how the weather is when the time comes.  It's hard for me to carry an umbrella as my fingers lock around it.  They do open, yes, but it's not a nice feeling.  Darn arthritic fingers. 

I'm sure going to miss my classes.  I figure that during August break I will attend an extra WW meeting on Wednesday to have a place to go. It certainly won't hurt. Maybe something else will come up.  Been looking online for places to go.  I'm hesitant to go back to a senior center.  I am not into bingo and cards.  I want to do something. Can't spend all my time in the park.  Those benches are definitely not back friendly.  

Speaking about my back, it  is not getting any better; in fact, it is not only worse, but now my whole body aches. I'm not sure whether the exercise is too much on me or if this is just an unexpected deterioration, but I'll see if there is any kind of improvement when I don't do it in August.  If there is, then I know.  I do plan on continuing with meditation, arts and crafts and will be learning loom knitting when classes open in September, and if any good courses are offered this fall semester, I will return to Brooklyn College.  

We had some big storm Saturday night into Sunday.  Lots of rain, lightning, thunder  and wind.  

 This is what I found in front of our building when I left the house Sunday morning.

On Friday I posted a salad I made, and several of you have never had jicama.  Here is what it looks like.

It's a Mexican root vegetable that is mostly eaten raw and seasoned with lemon or lime juice and chili powder.  They consider it a super food, but I don't like the taste which is hard to describe. It is crispy and juicy like a firm pear, but it tastes sweet and starchy like an apple, but not quite like an apple.

Sometimes Blogger messes up with comments, and sometimes they go into spam.  For this I apologize.  I wish I didn't have to moderate, and for the first few years I didn't, but then I discovered that by not moderating, I open myself up for harassment.  It was about 6 years ago, just after Easter Sunday.  I had made a totally innocent post about how back when I was growing up we always dressed from head to toe on Easter Sunday.  My mom even got me new socks and shoes.

So, I posted that I was surprised to see that this was no longer the custom, that people had attended Easter service in jeans, that at the most 3 or 4 people dressed up.  Innocent enough, right?  Not to one woman.  She told me that I should be so focused on how I dressed for church.  I should focus more on what's in my heart.  She went on to call me a sinner and say that she would pray for me.  My response was to tell her that taking the time to dress appropriately for church is a way to show respect.  Her response was that she felt sorry for me and would continue praying for me until I found Jesus again and went on and on and on.  I decided there was no use in arguing and not only deleted her messages and marked her as spam, but also decided it was time to moderate.  

Have a good one.