I was just talking to my neighbours out front now. They are Egyptian - such sweet little ladies. They always want to know what’s going on it in our lives. I think they live thru’ us - which is kind of sweet. One of the ladies is Type 2 - and her younger sister is always telling me how worried she is about her. So, Mike and I watch out for her when her family doesn’t come around to see her. She is intrigued by my insulin pump - and between my splattering of French and her English - we have an interesting conversation. She’s not looking too well this a.m. - am hoping she’s alright - so I may go over in abit with some fresh peppermint and make up some tea for us and see how she is doing. I know her sister says she eats bad food (define bad that is my question - I eat bad as well) - and she doesn’t test her blood sugars enough. Sigh, I want to save the world sometimes - only I’m not blond and I don’t act on the show Heroes.
So, we went on a cruise on the w/e with a few of our friends from our yacht club to a quaint little town called Waddington, New York along the St. Lawrence Seaway. This town has been around since the early 1800’s - and if memory serves me - one of the churches that I took a picture of (beautiful stained glass windows) - is the oldest in North East section of the States.
To read the rest of my blog - plus see a nice picture of the Fat Cat in the sunset in Waddington, New York - click on the following link - do not fear that you will drown - as life jackets will be handed out to those that take the adventure for this sail …
BTW - for those of you wondering - my neighbour is doing alright - she is now promising me she’ll test her BG’s more often (her sister is very happy with this!!).