In the old days BC (Before Covid) when I was out and about going places (like quilt meetings and events, lunch with a friend, book club, etc.) I would often call the home phone to leave information on the answering machine that I needed to enter onto my wall calendar .   Too often <g> when I got home and saw the blinking light, I would wonder, "Who called?"  So today's calendar page brought back memories.

Ran into a few snafus sewing yesterday... just out of practice I guess.

It seems that I spent as much time backtracking as sewing.  I certainly did not make a whole lot of progress on the gift project - possibly because I got discouraged and quit sooner than I might have otherwise.

I had a routine follow-up with the oncologist this morning.  Brownie figured out that I was getting ready to go somewhere, and (for the first time) parked himself by the door I'd use to head out to the car,  likely in hopes of being able to tag along.  It didn't work. 

When the doc's office called with today's appointment reminder, they had asked if I wanted to conduct it remotely - but I haven't had much luck in that department, and it's just less frustrating to drive over there to take care of it.  

My bloodwork all came back fine, but the results of my bone density show that I've slipped (barely) from osteopenia back to osteoporosis.  She wanted me to see my PCP to address that, but I told her that as of Friday I no longer had one.  At that point she gave me a couple of recs.  In the meantime she contacted a bone specialist for me, and I'm waiting to hear from them about an appointment to see what new meds are available.  The daily Forteo shots that I gave myself years ago did the trick for a while, but obviously those benefits have worn off.

It's a beautiful day, though it's likely to be quite warm this afternoon, around 89.  I had to laugh at this morning's article in the WP about eating outside in colder places.... like the South Pole!

https://www.washingtonpost.com/food/2020/11/15/outdoor-dining-cold-advice/

“It’s warm here,” the site leader at the Amundsen–Scott South scientific research station tells me when I call him in mid-October. His degree of warmth is relative: “Sixty below.”  The explorer, one of an estimated 1,600 people to ever winter at the South Pole, knows dark as well as he knows cold. The season runs from mid-February to early November at the bottom of the world, where he has experienced temperatures as low as 105 degrees below zero and where even summer finds averages in the negatives. White says there’s no place on Earth to compare to the “high, dry, coldest place on the planet,” which hasn’t stopped him from walking 4,000 miles during his three tours of duty. “I haven’t missed a day outside,” says the Defense Department contractor. And he sees freezing temperatures as an appetite stimulant. “Eat cold!” he preaches.

I reached out (down?) to White because winter is coming and I am determined to eat outside for as long as I can bear it, and as long as health experts are encouraging outdoor over indoor dining. I’m not counting solely on my Minnesota roots to buoy me. In anticipation of a significant drop in temperature, my significant other bought a fire pit and two tall heaters, assurance that friends in our bubble will continue to accept invitations to our backyard for my reviews of takeout fare if not home-cooked dinners.