Saturday, 19 April 2008


I feel as though I need to (should?) update this blog, because I haven't just vanished; I'm here, still Sara-ing away - the usual, the usual; home-London, London-home; great CR, not so great CR; wine, whine. :-) But things are very... up in the air. P's father is still in hospital and now, for heaven's sake, has some kind of infection that has him back on oxygen. Our greatest fear now, obviously, is that having survived major heart surgery, and a fairly serious stroke, is that the hospital environment currently more detrimental to the speed of his recovery and to the state of his health in general - but what can we do? Private care is financially impossible - and there's no guarantee that conditions would be any better in a private hospital anyway. He's not well enough that he can just go home. This does, quite frankly, suck. And I am on the periphery of this limbo; it's taking far greater toll on P, his mother and his siblings. And poor J (P's father) must be in a terrible mental state.

Doesn't matter if CR helps with our future health and longevity (although that's no reason not to focus on it; I still do - I think, but then given my eating habits it's hard to tell what's CR and what's just Sara). We should just thank Whatever that we have (reasonable) health right here and right now. And I do, I do.

Even if I have caught P's cold. Which, ironically, might be what has laid J low again.

Tonight I foolishly agreed to make risotto. Risotto. *sigh* Hey ho. Lots of veggie side dishes, I guess. We have artichokes to steam. And some radicchio, which I am planning to make a salad from with some beetroot I have roasting in the oven right now and some shavings of sheep's cheese that needs using up. Plus tons and tons of salad leaves from market and farm shop.

The rain can sodding well stop right now as well, please.

Moan, moan, moan huh? :-) Hardly an update worth reading. Love to all and I hope all are well.

ETA, because lovely acts are always worth mentioning to the world. This morning I went to a Gardener's Market in my nearest town. Such fabulous plants and herbs and flowers (indoors, so nothing was shrinking back from the cold and the wet). One of the owners of my favourite plant nurseries was there - fantastic couple, work their butts off to raise such a variety of stunning beautiful things in a fairly isolated location but one that is fortuitously close to my home. They specialise in bulbs, and I took the opportunity to ask him what might have gone wrong this year that meant that my Queen of The Night tulips just failed to appear altogether, while the fabulous orange/red with the black hearts came up as reliably as ever. (Answer, likely rotted in the soil in the wet January). I thanked him, and continued wandering around, and when I next passed the stall he handed me a bag with a full pot of Queen of The Night in bud "as a replacement" because he "hated disappointment".

Bless him. I do seem to whinge and whine so much but really, I do know how fortunate I am. How very, very (touch wood) lucky.


Arturo said...

Hi Sara
Thanks for the update, although it's a sad one. Whenever he goes to a hospital, my father always feels he recovers better at home, where he is under the loving care of my mom. But P's father's doctors have to determine that he's strong enough to return home.


skinnybitch said...

Hi Sara,

I'm sorry to hear that P's father is still doing so poorly. I hope he's able to go home soon. Sometimes, just being in familiar surroundings with loved ones can be wonderfully healing.

As for CR, please don't fret. A little risotto isn't exactly a nutritional disaster, and your veggies sound lovely. Don't you just love artichokes? Just the other day, I ate two steamed artichokes all by myself - no butter or salt, just yummy artichoky goodness. I couldn't entice my daughters to try any but they were fascinated watching me slowly work my way through all the leaves.

I love spring. Well, except for all the rain. I hope it's letting up for you. We're finally enjoying some beautiful weather here in Boston, just in time for the big marathon.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts on gardening over on my blog. I'm sure I'll bug you for more tips as I start to get my hands dirty. It'll be interesting to see whether I can develop a green thumb. I always assumed it was an innate ability rather than an acquired skill.

Take good care of yourself, and keep on posting when you can.