A letter to my sister

My Dear Sister,

I am writing from my temporary lodging in Nampa. It is nice for Riley and I to take a break from the motorhome. Nampa's population of 81,000+ is a nice change from Boardman's 3500.

I am sorry to hear that you are having trouble with your glycemic index. My doctor called it low blood sugar. My solution for years has been to avoid sugar altogether. It seems to work. My doctor was surprised that I was able to keep such a tight control on my sugar intake. She suggested that I could have some sugar as long as I had some protein along with it. I took that very seriously and have followed her advice with some success. If I put sugar in my coffee I have a piece of cheese, and when I drink a milkshake I have a peanut.

My Hypochondria is getting the best of me today. The pain in my abdomen has not gone away, rather it is increasing. Of course I suspect endometriosis or ovarian cancer, but I will limit myself to some cranberry pills in case it ends up being an infection. (I will add a peanut, in case there is sugar in the pills.)

My main project today is to bathe Riley. It would be nice if he liked water enough to play in the sprinkler, but that isn’t the case. I bought some eardrops for him. He has been rubbing his floppy Labrador ear on everything and everybody. It’s cute unless you know what the inside of his ear looks like. I bought some ear wash for him as well. It should be an interesting morning. I wonder if peanuts would help get rid of the ear mites?

I am getting ready to attend my 30 year class reunion. My plan was to lose 5 pounds, get a tan and buy a really nice outfit. I still have 48 hours. If I quit eating peanuts right now and go outside I might make my goal.

Later:

I really wish someone had told me the sprinklers come on at 11:30.