I am sad to say that ARTichoke is closing. Today I retrieved the last of my merchandise from the store. Even though I have lost money every single month since I moved into a brick and mortar storefront, I just hate that it is ending. I know, lots of businesses are closing. I get that the economy sucks, but it is sad none the less.
On a happier note, the latest issue of CQMagOnline.com launched on time, despite my invasive cold and obnoxious cough.
We never did make resolutions for New Year’s. I often ascribe my disinterest in this common practice to my being Jewish. For me, all of the real spiritual aspects of the New Year occur between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. That said, growing up in the south, I did inherit some New Year’s traditions. I made black-eyed peas, turnip greens and cabbage for supper. I did add a baked sweet potato to round out the meal, but the greens and legumes are the critical factor. You eat those foods for luck and wealth in the coming year.
The other tradition I observe is to set your intentions for the coming year by doing things that are important to you. I worked on CQMagOnline, wrote an article about my friend Nora, watched some of my favorite shows on TiVo, went for a nice walk with my husband and dogs, cooked and ate a healthy meal for my husband and I, stayed within my allotted daily points for Weight Watchers, played a little scramble, connected with family, and had a pretty well balanced day.
Pat Winters sent me a photo of the Treehouse Gang from 2002 and I was shocked by how large I was! I know that sounds funny, but somehow, I did not realize how big I really was, even though I could easily read my weight on the scale. It was shocking to compare that photo to more recent ones. Then this morning, I put on a pair of size 10 jeans from Old Navy and thought about what I was wearing in the photo. I am not sure what size I wore, but my jeans went up to a size 18 Women’s. It is funny how I always see myself as the same, no matter if I am wearing a size 18W or 10.
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