Skeletons!

I almost forgot about the skeletons post! I have had quite the month. I don't want to get into it here--I do *promise* to write a "real" post next week--because this post is all about the skeletons. Halloween is my very favorite day of the year. I don't have a ton of skeleton photos to share this year, but these ones definitely made me smile. The best part of the displays is seeing the creativity people have.

Valerie B sent me this picture of the cutest skeleton scene! I love that the person took the time not only to set the scene, but to paint the pictures of the skeletons that are posing in the background. Love it!

You know how much I *love* Tom Hanks. So I was thrilled when I saw these pictures from Valerie K. She said she watched all of his movies this summer, so she chose to set up Tom Hanks-themed skeleton scenes. Forrest Gump is my all-time favorite movie, and I definitely recognized Cast Away--love the Wilson ball!

This picture from Tara was taken in Fort Collins, Colorado while she was on a work trip. So funny!

This one is great--I love the idea of the lawn mower, but it's even better with the Wizard of Oz reference! This was sent to me by Stacy in Virginia, who saw it while walking in her neighborhood.

My friend Martine, who fosters dogs, texted this to me. I can't imagine handling all those dogs at once--hahaha, so cute!

Not very long after I got the picture from Martine, I went for a walk with my friend Jen in an area where I've done a lot of races. The park had scarecrows and cute little Halloween decorations from local businesses, and of course I had to get a picture of this skeleton one. It's funny how there are even different dog breeds. 

Another one from the park. I thought this physical therapy business had a fun display...

We continued our walk through some neighborhoods, and I saw this fishing scene...

This is another that was texted to me by a friend, who saw it online and thought of me. Sadly, I didn't get the reference! But to be fair, I'm actually a "Xennial"--born in 1982--so I was a little young to remember. It's from the movie The Neverending Story.

This is a clever decoration in an Aldi that Brenna sent. She said the name tag reads, "Assistant Store Manager"--haha!

Thank you, friends, for humoring me with the skeleton decoration photos. I look forward to seeing all the creative skeleton displays all year long.

Now, I'm going to head out to the garage to pass out candy and hopefully see lots of kids in costumes! It's nice and warm out for Halloween this year. (I really do promise to write by the end of next week.)

For more skeletons, here is last year's post and here is a great one from 2022.

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A Fun Surprise

I've been wanting to write this for a week now, but I've been waiting for a package to be delivered to the recipient before posting about it...

In my last post, I shared a picture of the cat quilt that I made. Amanda, a long-time blog reader who has always been so kind and supportive, said that if I was to ever make a dog quilt, she would "be first in line to order one". When I read that, I started debating if I should offer to make one. I don't typically like to make things to sell because I'm not super confident in my abilities and I would feel really bad if the recipient didn't like it. Also, I only want to make things that I truly enjoy the process of working on--and if I'm doing it to sell, it would feel more like work than fun.

I mentioned Amanda's comment to Jerry, and he said, "You should make it for her as a gift and give it to her as a surprise!" I absolutely LOVED that idea. There is literally nothing that makes me as giddy with excitement like giving someone a gift that I know they will like and appreciate. (I have such a hard time keeping gifts a surprise, too--I always want to give it to them right away, or tell them what it is, haha.)

I bought the fabric and got to working on the quilt right away. (Here is a link to the pattern, if anyone is interested.) I ended up getting COVID, which wasn't fun, but since I couldn't go anywhere or be around other people, I had plenty of time to work on the quilt. I worked on it every spare moment and I love how it turned out. I used different color backgrounds for each block and I like the color scheme more than my cat one!

I really like the backing, and I did a much better job at the quilting part... my stitches were (mostly) even and it only took me one try (it took three for the cat one).

This dog was my favorite :)

Duck's favorite part about helping me quilt is when I lay it out on the floor to pin it and get it ready to quilt...

I was super excited to ship it to Amanda, but I was also very nervous because I would be crushed if it got damaged or lost in the mail after working so hard on it. I researched the best shipping carrier for something like this and UPS was the winner (the best reputation for getting things to their destination without getting lost or damaged). Also, I didn't really trust USPS because when I made a million masks and shipped them in early COVID days, only about half of them reached their destinations.

I had some leftover fabric from the backing, so I even made a cute little bag for it...

I took it to the UPS Store a week ago last Thursday, and I had them package it for me--again, I wanted to make sure it was done right! Normally, I wouldn't talk about the cost of things when it comes to a gift, but it's kind of relevant here. The shipping was $20-ish, and the box was $10.50(!), "packaging materials" $2.00, and the "labor" of packaging $2.00. I was shocked at the cost of the box and the person working there told me I could send it in an envelope for cheaper, but I told her, "No, I don't care how much it costs--I just want to make sure it gets there undamaged." She asked me what the value of the contents was, and I joked, "Blood, sweat, and tears". Anyway, she reassured me that it would get there safely and it would be delivered last Saturday.

I was SO EXCITED for it to get there. On Saturday, I looked at the tracking online and it said: "Package damaged, returned to sender". I immediately burst into tears. I've been going through a lot of emotional stuff lately (I seriously feel like I'm reliving two years ago) and I couldn't believe this was happening. They didn't include a picture or tell me if the quilt itself was damaged or anything. And it wasn't going to arrive back here until Tuesday. So I had to just sit and wait for three days, imagining the quilt I worked so hard on arriving in shreds.

On Tuesday, it was delivered to the UPS Store, so I had to go there to check it out. When she showed me the box, I was a little relieved because it looked like it was just the box that was damaged. But then I saw the "15x12x10" box I paid $10.50 for, and I was pissed. It was actually two small boxes smushed together and taped. And there were zero "packaging materials" (I'm assuming bubble wrap?). THEN, I was told that they couldn't give me a refund on shipping because I would have to file a claim online. And if I wanted to reship it, I would have to pay the $34-ish dollars again!

This is how it looked when I picked it up.

I said no way, and decided to take it to USPS and hope for the best (if the quilt was intact). First, though, I brought it out to the car and opened the "box". I was SO relieved to see that the quilt was okay. The greeting card, however, was sliced in half--missing the envelope and the other half of the card. I wondered how on earth they sliced the card when it was in the box?! (I thought maybe it started in a different box, which they cut open with a box cutter, damaging the card and then smushing it into the makeshift box? Dunno. Neither did the employee.)

But I stopped and got a new card, then took the quilt to USPS. I bought a box there (the same size as the one I paid for at UPS) and the total for the box and 2-day shipping was only $17. I gladly paid for it and just prayed it would make it to Amanda. The estimated delivery was on Thursday (yesterday).

When I got home from the post office, I went online to file a claim with UPS. I tried for a long time but it just wasn't allowing me to do so. I was finally able to chat with someone who told me that the claim has to be filed by the person who printed the label--which would be the UPS Store that I shipped it from.

I was ready to tear my hair out at that point, because the store had told me I had to do it online. I called the store and spoke with the manager--she was super helpful and filed the claim for me. I haven't heard anything about the claim status yet, but at least it's out of my hands now.

On Wednesday evening, I got a message from USPS saying "Your package was unable to be delivered due to incomplete address..." I almost started crying (again) when it hit me that I get that exact text once in a while and it's a spam text that wants you to click on the link. That was a relief--of all the times for me to get that spam text, that was the worst.

So anyway, all day yesterday I was watching the tracking and my email, just hoping it would get to Amanda. And last night, I was SO relieved to see that it did! Amanda was surprised and thrilled with the quilt and sent me this pic with her two dogs...

It was super fun to work on, and like I said, I love the background colors. I feel like I aged quite a bit in the last week while I worried about it making its way to Amanda, haha--but it made my heart very happy!

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Summer

It's so hard to believe that summer is over. I only wrote a few posts; the time went by so fast. It's been an emotional summer for sure, and I think that is due to a lot of the changes around my house recently--Noah moving out, Jerry's drastically different work schedule, Eli graduating high school, both of the kids working full-time (with Jerry, no less!), our car situation, and some other things. I'm still trying to get used to it.

Rather than totally overwhelming myself by trying to "catch up" here, I thought I'd just go through my photos from the summer and try to write about some key things (or just random thoughts). I actually don't have a lot of pictures! Since I haven't been blogging, I drastically reduced the number of pictures I've been taking. I wish I had taken more, if only for my own memories.

Anyway, here goes...

*Remember when I wrote about how I was FINALLY growing Asian pears after probably 10+ years of trying? I was so excited! Well, I went out to look at them one day and they were just completely gone. Vanished, overnight. There wasn't even a trace of them left. I officially give up. I hate getting my hopes up every year and then being disappointed, so I am not even going to think about it anymore. I'll just continue to buy them when I see them somewhere and enjoy them all the more.

*I got a new rug for the living room. Exciting, right? Haha. The other one was definitely worn, but it was also a pet hair magnet. Joey liked to lie down on it and even vacuuming daily, it was ridiculous how much hair accumulated. I got this shag rug and I love it! I was worried it would be hard to clean, but it vacuums easily.

*My friend Sarah came to visit from Arizona and I went to her mom's house to see her (and her husband and kids). A friend of mine had told me about a fun, sneaky thing to do in random places--stick a pair of googly eyes somewhere inconspicuous. I brought some with me to Sarah's because I thought her kids might have fun finding a place to put them to "prank" their grandma. They chose to put them on their school portraits--haha! They were SO excited for her to notice that they could barely hold in their giggles. When grandma noticed, she found it hilarious.

*Luke and Riley came over and wanted to play with the skeletons. I couldn't think of something more boring, but they loved them! Riley even danced with one. (By the way, I'd love to put together a post of skeleton Halloween decorations again this year. I'm not sure how many people are still reading my blog, but if you have any skeleton decoration photos to share, you can email them to me and if I get enough for a post, I'll compile them when it gets closer to Halloween: Katie (at) runsforcookies (dot) com.

*I did a LOT of sewing this summer. Like, probably a completely abnormal amount. But it's helped with all the emotional stuff I've had going on. I really love making bags, but one can only have so many bags... so I branched out to other things. I will have to do an entirely separate post (or series) of those projects, though--there are too many. The cats absolutely love everything to do with my sewing. I even built a little shelf to go on the windowsill in the sewing room and Duck sleeps on his bed there when I sew.

*My brother had his annual July party. I asked Luke if he would drive me around on his little... side-by-side? I don't know what to call it. It's smaller than a side-by-side, safer than a four-wheeler. Anyway, he drove me around the property, which was fun. I told him that I'd bet if he would give people a ride from their cars to the backyard, he might earn some tips... and he sighed and said, "I've been driving people around all day and I just want to enjoy the party!" I thought that was hilarious--he's seven.

*My dad sent me this text (out of nowhere) and I thought it was really sweet. The top of it is cut off, but it's that giant magnet that was on the side of our Ragnar Relay van in 2013 (when the From Fat to Finish Line documentary was filmed). There was a magnet for each person on our team and this one has been on my parents' garage refrigerator ever since.

*I painted the "craft room" (since Noah moved out, I converted the extra bedroom to my craft room). I used leftover paint from Eli's room and I was so sure I'd have enough... but I ran out with just a small part of the wall left. I didn't want to buy another gallon if I could help it, and then I found a nearly-full gallon of the aviary blue paint that I used for the pantry. I used that instead, and I love it! It looks so bright in there.

I also removed the carpet (it was seriously SO gross--I didn't even want to share a "before" photo). Jerry installed the plank flooring. It still needs some shelves and things on the walls, but I'll just do that over time. I made do with what I already had, including a makeshift table made from simply setting a wide board over a couple of small nightstands. It's not pretty, but it works!

*A picture of Jerry and the kids at work. They have different jobs inside of the plant, but they still see each other a lot. It still feels so odd to me that they all work in the same place! (The kids only plan to stay there for a year while they save up money and figure out what they really want to do.)

*I went of my first airplane flight since 2019. I used to rely on wine to get me through flights (I hate flying) but since I quit drinking in 2021, I just had to white-knuckle it through the flight. Thankfully, the flight was super short... I just flew into the upper peninsula to go visit Jeanie and Shawn. The airport I flew into was absolutely TINY. This picture is of the entire airport! 

It rained the entire time I was there, but I only went so I could visit with Jeanie and Shawn, so the rain didn't bother me. And I actually lost seven pounds, hahaha. My being vegan, Jeanie thoughtfully asked what I'd like from the store. I was only going to be there for five days, so I chose a very minimal menu: Larabars for breakfast, peanut butter toast and apples for lunch, vegan "chicken" nuggets and apples for dinner. I didn't feel deprived at all and it made me realize just how much my evening snacking was hindering my weight loss. (I gained back the weight when I got home, unfortunately, but I haven't gained any more.) It was a good, relaxing visit!

*This completely freaked me out one morning. I was going to put some peanuts in the squirrel lunchbox and to my surprise, there was a raccoon right next to the door! Raccoons are the number one carrier of rabies in the States and to see them out during the day is extremely uncommon. Each time I started to open the door to scare it off, it started to come at me. By the time I got my phone to call the DNR, though, it was gone. I haven't seen it again.

[This reminds of a comment I got one time. I was out for a run and I saw a raccoon acting very oddly (again, during the day). I decided to call the DNR when I got back from my run (I didn't have my phone with me). It was gone on my way back. I wrote about it on my blog, and someone who had always been super nice left a comment saying that I should have taken off my shirt and wrapped the raccoon in it and take it to get help. She was so angry that she said she was done reading my blog. Haha! First, I am not taking off my shirt in public unless someone is bleeding out and in dire need of a tourniquet and my shirt is the ONLY option to save their life; second, I don't want rabies? Anyway, she followed through--I never heard from her again.]

*Jerry and I celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary last month. The night before, we both said we wish we'd have gotten gifts for each other (we had agreed not to). At that moment, we decided to order each other something from Amazon--but we had rules: 1) It had to be next-day delivery 2) It had to cost less than $25. So, we sat scrolling on our phones--it was actually pretty fun!--and at some point, one of us suggested we get each other a Squishmallow. I chose this alien from Toy Story for Jerry (we like to say the quote from the movie sometimes, "You saved our lives. We are eternally grateful.") Jerry chose this little girl from Monsters, Inc. because her name is Boo! (He calls me Boo. It was perfect.) It was a fun gift exchange!

*Jerry and I went to Eastern Market in Detroit a few weeks ago. I always love going there! We bought a ton of produce and made it a mission to use it all before it went bad. The cats were thrilled that I brought back some cat grass for them. I've tried growing it myself, but it never turns out like this.

*Since Noah moved out, and with Eli likely moving out within the next couple of years, I wanted to start a tradition where we have a plan for them to come over every other Sunday for a super casual dinner and something small but fun to do. They liked the idea, and they (and their girlfriends) came over. We made individual pizzas and then had a fire outside. The wheelbarrow was next to the fire pit and we ended up doing a wheelbarrow race and timing each other. It was so fun!

Then Noah sat on Rose's lap and I thought it would be funny if she was his arms to eat his plum and drink his pop. Basically, she put her arms under his and made the eating and drinking motions while Noah couldn't use his. They actually did pretty good!

*My Uncle Ron (my dad's brother) and his partner, Renee, came to visit from Florida. I rarely see them, but he is so fun to talk to (he's had quite the life--I would love to write a memoir for him!). He and Jerry went to a Tigers game, and then we met up with him and Renee afterward. I wish I'd thought to take a picture with him--I don't know that I have a single one. He loves to tell every single person that he comes across, "Hi, I'm Ron from Florida!" and he's so personable that people love to chat with him.

*I don't have a picture to share for this one, considering the privacy circumstances, but remember how I said I discovered a first cousin via 23&Me? They were placed for adoption and nobody in the family knew they existed until I took this test. We had been talking since January, and last week, they came to visit and meet in person! It was really fun getting to know them and we plan to stay in touch.

*Brian took Luke, Riley, and my parents to Alaska. They had a great time! Becky sent me some pictures and I was sure that Brian had probably photoshopped this bear into the picture... but nope, it was real.

*I know I said I'll do a separate post for my sewing projects, but I am pretty proud of this one, so I'll share it here. I made a quilt! I've never really had the interest in picking up quilting (and I still don't, really) but when I saw this pattern I couldn't resist. And it was a simple, beginner pattern--a quilt-as-you-go appliqué technique.

I think my favorite cat is the one in the seventh row, fourth from the left--I don't know why, but I was just drawn to that one.

I learned that 1) quilting gets VERY expensive very quickly, even for a thrifty person like me, and 2) it's so much harder to do the actual quilting part (sewing the backing to the quilt top) than I thought. I was surprised at how time consuming the binding (the orange border) was; it's actually done by hand so that the stitches aren't visible. It took me 11 hours!! I'm sure for an experienced quilter, it wouldn't even take half that time. But I actually enjoyed that part the most out of the entire project. It was relaxing and I got to watch like 15 episodes of Evil Lives Here while I worked on it, hahaha.

Here is the binding. I just have to show it because I feel like I did a good job and where else can I give myself a pat on the back?

This was a great first quilt--there is no intricate piecing and I chose to make the outlines on each cat "scribbly" looking. It's meant to look odd and a little messy, so my mistakes--and there are several--aren't so noticeable. It has character ;)

Before it was done, I swore it would be the only quilt I ever make. And when I finished it, I was already looking at Pinterest for other quilt ideas! It's kind of like racing... while training for a marathon, you swear it's a one-and-done race. And then as soon as you cross the finish line, you're already planning the next one. Anyway, I love how this quilt turned out--it's not an "heirloom" quilt by any means, but it's fun and definitely fits my personality!

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The Downside of Blogging

This feels weird. Writing, I mean. Once again, I had no intention of leaving the blog for so long! I promised before that I would write a "final" post when I decide to quit blogging so that nobody will have to wonder what happened, and I will definitely do that. But I don't feel like I'm ready to give it up altogether yet, so here I am.

I'm about to get really vulnerable here...

When I first started blogging, I had no idea that my blog would gain so many readers. I had actually been writing for 11 years at that point, but I switched over to the Blogger platform because it was much easier to add pictures than the platform I'd been using. I basically wanted to document my struggles and triumphs in regard to my weight and running goals. (I didn't know that Blogger would make me more noticeable on the internet. Having a handful of readers at the time was comfortable for me, as I'm an (ironically) private person in general.)

The very early days of Runs for Cookies... so young and unaware of what was ahead! ;)

Later that year, I had a couple of big things going on--I was invited to be on The Dr. Oz Show to talk about my weight loss and I had skin removal surgery to remove the excess/loose skin around my abdomen. I remember signing in to blog one day and I saw that the page views had jumped from 100-ish to about 10,000 overnight! Rather than get excited, I was extremely anxious about it--why on earth are people reading what I write? Don't they know I'm not a "real" writer? I can't possibly write private or vulnerable things here!

I soon discovered that there were a lot of people out there going through the same things that I was, and it was great to have that support system, so to speak. And then I started to get a few negative comments here and there, about random tidbits I'd written, and they stung a little. I only ever had good intentions, didn't speak badly about people, and stayed away from very controversial topics. Besides, 99% of the people I interacted with were so kind! I didn't understand the negativity.

[Side note: I believe there is a big difference between "constructive criticism" and just plain rude or mean-spirited comments. I've received a lot of constructive advice/criticism over the years and I appreciate it--I've learned a lot of new things from commenters who are kind in offering their opinions/advice. The negative comments I'm referring to in this post are the mean-spirited and/or rude ones, where the only purpose is to hurt my feelings or shame me.]

Also worth noting: I know that by opening up a large part of my life here on the internet, I'm basically asking for some rudely-worded criticism. But I loved writing and meeting some amazing people and I tried to go with the "it comes with the territory" belief.

I was able to brush off the comments that were really ridiculous ("Don't you know how much sugar is in grapes? You eat so many of them. You're going to get diabetes." I actually got several comments about eating too many grapes, and those comments were easy to laugh at. Actually, some of my friends will still banter with me about my horrific grape habit, ha ha.)

However, some of the comments were really hurtful. I found that it's usually the comments about the things that I'm already insecure about that hurt the most--I began to wonder if everybody thought of me that way. ("I can't believe you would let your kids have all of those sugary toppings on frozen yogurt. You're teaching them your bad eating habits and they're going to get obese too.")

That, along with some other parenting comments, planted the seed that I was a bad mom, which led to questioning other decisions I made. If I wrote about something I was proud of, like throwing away the second half of a brownie rather than eating it when I knew that half was plenty, I was told, "That's not something to be proud of, unless you're proud of eating disorder behavior.")

Because being a stay-at-home mom isn't very common anymore, I have dealt with a lot of criticism from that. Jerry and I are very happy that we made that decision 20 years ago, and we wouldn't change it. Jerry feels good about supporting our family and I truly enjoy being a "homemaker". I know it's not for everyone, and that's okay. We made the decision that we felt was best for our family. There is SO MUCH MORE to being a stay-at-home parent than taking care of the kids, and the comments that told me I was lazy, worthless, and a bad wife made me upset. I have two absolutely amazing kids--people tell me all the time that Jerry and I raised great kids--and I like to think that my being a stay-at-home parent helped in that way.

There are people that can read comments like that and laugh them off or just forget about them... I wish I was one of those people.

As Mark would say, "Ain't that the truth." (If only I could flip a switch and do it!)

As I was growing up, I can't even begin to guess how many times I was told I was "too sensitive". I admit it--I'm a sensitive person! [Note: That is *not* to say that I get offended easily, however. It's actually very difficult to offend me. When people are joking around or they are friends of mine or bantering, etc... it's great to laugh, especially at myself!] But when someone wants to hurt my feelings, it's (unfortunately) very easy to do so.

I care so much about making people happy and when I feel like I disappoint them in some way, it makes me feel really bad about myself. [Note: I know this is more about me than the other person and I need to work on my self-confidence and all of that. Comments from strangers should not affect me like this. I recognize that. But I can't just snap my fingers and make myself into someone that I've never been.]

Through the years of blogging, I've read a lot of not-so-nice things about me. The first few times you read something negative about yourself, it can be fairly easy not to put much thought into it. But reading it over and over for years began to take a toll on me. I still loved writing (I have met so many amazing readers and friends due to my blog) but my self esteem was taking a hit with each mean-spirited comment, even though there weren't many of them.

One day in August of last year--I remember it like it was yesterday--I had a couple of negative comments and reading them at that moment just kind of broke me. I was still going through The Worst Year Ever and was feeling about as low as I could get; reading that I was a "lazy wife without a real job" hit me like a punch in the stomach. The timing couldn't have been worse.

My already-severe anxiety went through the roof. I wondered if everybody thought I was lazy and forced my husband to work like a slave just so I could sit around and watch TV and eat bonbons all day. And since I'd gotten comments before about how I exaggerate my feelings and that I don't have "real" anxiety, I didn't feel like I could write about it.

There are a lot of topics that I stopped writing about over the years for that reason. When I opened up one time about having too much empathy--I know that sounds weird, but it affects my emotions so hard that I wish I could turn it off sometimes--someone called me a narcissist. I'd wanted to write much more about it so I could describe what I meant and even see if anyone else had the problem, but I felt judged and too vulnerable after that.

I want so badly to have thick skin, to not worry about what others think of me, to stop trying to please everyone, and to live my life without apology! (If you are one of those people, don't ever take it for granted. I envy you.) When taking a break from my blog, I felt like I could do what I wanted and not be judged or criticized for my decisions. Over the last year, my anxiety over writing has been really hard on me.

Right now, I have a big lump in my throat, my hands are sweaty, my heart is racing, and my stomach is in knots... all things that happen when I'm anxious. Out of all of the 3,681 posts I've written, this is the one I am most anxious about posting. I always planned to write something like this before I quit blogging--I hope that everyone reading this will see that words, even from strangers, really can hurt people. 

When a bully started calling me "Shamu" in the fourth grade, I became extremely conscious of my weight... and I went on my first diet. I also started binge eating and eating in secret. I'm not saying that wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been called Shamu; but I do know it was a catalyst for a lifetime of issues with my eating habits.

Again, there are people that can brush off comments like that; and then there is me... sensitive to the point that I begin to question myself in all parts of my life. And again, I know this is a problem *I* need to work on, and I am always trying. I'm not writing this to say a big "eff you!" to the people that criticize me (although I definitely want to sometimes); rather, I hope to give some perspective on how tiny words can make a big impact on someone's life.

To end this with a positive note, I do want to say that I am SO thankful for all of the kind people out there. Just like hurtful words can make me feel bad about myself, the overwhelming positivity from 99% of my readers has kept me writing for the last 13 years. I don't fish for compliments when I write, but a kind word never fails to take a little of the sting out of the mean ones. And while I am horrible about replying (I am so sorry about that), I do read and take to heart every single one of them. It's not just the negative comments that affect me. I've gotten so much positivity through the years that my heart feels like it will burst sometimes.

When I started this post, I planned to just write a little about the last month or so--has it been that long?!--but all of this just spilled out. I think I'm just exhausted from holding it in all the time.

Anyway, I hope to write again soon. I've had an eventful end to the summer--including my first airplane flight since 2019!--so I will try to give the CliffsNotes version when my stomach isn't it knots ;) 

Now, I'm off to eat some of the diabetes bombs grapes that are on sale for 99 cents a pound!

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