Tuesday morning rolled around about 3:30 this morning and then restarted about threes hour later and I was able to eat my new favorite breakfast of blueberries and greek style yogurt with a sizeable glass of orange juice. This breakfast is good and it keeps me strong for the entire morning and I think it is a good breakfast for someone who doesn't drink coffee or eat eggs, so that my best breakfast is a bowl of steel-cut oatmeal and a glass of orange juice, even though I really like country ham biscuits and good grits from North Georgia and it would be something if I could get those North Georgia grits with Broadbents' ham with the biscuits that Grandmommie used to make. That would be way too good with a cup of Irish Breakfast tea and a glass of orange juice.
But with this gout I have to adjust my diet a bit and stay away from sausage (and Octoberfest coming upon us) and probably lower my beer diet (see note on Octoberfest) and lets go onto something else, like the new L L Bean catalog came today and I had a real rush of Autumn clothing zeal hit me and this is the time to think hard on tartans and see how close they got to McKay tartan in the catalog, and they really didn't get close at all. But tweed is here and sweaters and it makes me wish I didn't have the gout because the air will get cooler at night and I will find myself, I hope, in Helen or Blairsville or elsewhere, and the air will be cool and the hops will efervesce into my nostrils and will remind me of how much I enjoy the taste of beer. And a nice wurst.
Aghh. I need adjustment. I am working on it. I promise. That promise is meant for all my ladies: Cindy, Kate, momma, even the nieces. All those nieces. Lil Maggie and all her Peaches.
I got a picture which shows Kate laughing from the seagulls flying around her, juxtaposed with a picture of Cindy at the beach on Hilton Head, with camera in hand, laughing at Kate in the water. They are so beautiful. In so many ways.
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