Drama averted, and a full signal
Aug. 18th, 2011 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soniaIt's a lovely clear warm evening. I had the patio door open to cool the house as I sat at my desk, writing. Lilac the cat was hanging out on the porch just beyond the doors. I looked up to check on her, and instead of blue eyes in a pale Siamese face, I saw green eyes in striped face.
There was a raccoon right up on the deck on the other side of the door, staring right back at me. I hissed, and she took the hint and trundled off. Lilac stared after her from the deck (small deck - were they on it together?) but thank goodness did not chase after her. I brought her in and shut the door.
Many years ago when I was new to California, my first cat was half taken apart by a raccoon and there was much drama involving surgery, torn out stitches, and a head cone. Plus I had a full-body case of poison oak (who knew those anonymous dry vines could cause so much misery?) so it hurt to hold the groggy cat on my lap. Not a good scene.
Before the raccoon surprise, I already meant to post about yesterday's small positive dramatic moment. A gluten-aware friend invited me to dinner. I was both wary of the many ingredients I don't usually eat and trying to be polite, so I ate lightly.
Dessert was a delicious fruit salad. When there were three bites left in my bowl, my body announced, "Full! No, I mean it." Usually I would finish the three bites just for completeness, but the emphatic signal stopped me. I put down my spoon. I don't remember the last time I got a clear signal like that. I know gluten interferes with my appetite signals, so I think this is another sign of healing.
There was a raccoon right up on the deck on the other side of the door, staring right back at me. I hissed, and she took the hint and trundled off. Lilac stared after her from the deck (small deck - were they on it together?) but thank goodness did not chase after her. I brought her in and shut the door.
Many years ago when I was new to California, my first cat was half taken apart by a raccoon and there was much drama involving surgery, torn out stitches, and a head cone. Plus I had a full-body case of poison oak (who knew those anonymous dry vines could cause so much misery?) so it hurt to hold the groggy cat on my lap. Not a good scene.
Before the raccoon surprise, I already meant to post about yesterday's small positive dramatic moment. A gluten-aware friend invited me to dinner. I was both wary of the many ingredients I don't usually eat and trying to be polite, so I ate lightly.
Dessert was a delicious fruit salad. When there were three bites left in my bowl, my body announced, "Full! No, I mean it." Usually I would finish the three bites just for completeness, but the emphatic signal stopped me. I put down my spoon. I don't remember the last time I got a clear signal like that. I know gluten interferes with my appetite signals, so I think this is another sign of healing.
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Date: 2011-08-20 03:37 am (UTC)It's scary to something claimed to be GF when outside the house, and particularly when it's a friend's house. I am so glad to be so well-loved, and yet I can't turn off the wary skeptic.
Hmm, I realize I may have been ignoring that useful "Full, I mean it" message lately. Better get on that!
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Date: 2011-08-20 04:44 pm (UTC)I know my friend is reliable about overt gluten, but I worry about hidden sources. It turned out okay though, and it was a fun evening.