Friday and Saturday were glorious days as far as how I felt. Sunday, not so much. Every time the burn of indigestion starts up, I try to think what I could have done differently the day before: Saturday I probably ate too many grapes, as we have an abundance of them in the refrigerator; I do like grapes. Also, because I'd felt good the two days before, I decided a little cream on my steel-cut oats shouldn't hurt. Later on, I had less than a half-cup of ice cream. From what I've read, Barrett's doesn't react to fats very well, so those transgressions caused yesterday's problems. And perhaps none of that caused the problem; maybe this condition just rears its ugly head when it wants to. However, I won't be using cream or eating ice cream again. Today appears to be another good one, knock wood.
Saturday my daughter and three grandchildren (with their children). It was the first time we've seen them all together in a long, long time. It's so much fun to watch the babies, and to see our almost thirteen-year-old great-granddaughter conversing like an adult instead of like a child. They grow up so fast, don't they? I have another great-granddaughter in Georgia.
|It was hard for my daughter to get a decent picture. Babies don't like to sit still.|
That's Brynn on the left, Ivan on the right. Ivan is the youngest, but he's the biggest. He keeps his mom hopping, because he wants to do everything he isn't supposed to do and does not like to take no for an answer.
It looks like it's going to be a nice day, although cloudy. From what I see on the weather forecast, it is going to steadily get warmer and by next week, we should be getting normal temperatures, accompanied by rain. I never gripe about rain!