Splenda Zero v. Sucra Drops
Both are sucralose. Both are zero calorie. Both are natural sweeteners. Both taste the same. One is simply more concentrated than the other. Oh, and both come in a handy travel size for those that want to take their sweetener on the road.
Myself, I prefer the Sucra Drops because a drop is a more precise measure than a "squeeze." And the 4-oz bottle lasts longer than the little 1.68-oz bottle. But, that may not matter to everyone. Just keep in mind that they are both Sucralose; Splenda just has more water in it.
For most people for most of the history of human kind, life sucks. Consider...
The people who have it good are the people with power. They have the best food, the best shelter, the best warmth in winter months, (no air conditioning until the 20th Century), the easiest jobs, you name it. Relatively speaking, only the people in power have ever had good lives. Their underlings often benefited from close association with power and lived better than most. But the further people got from power, the suckier their lives have been. Dirt floors. Leaking roofs. Inadequate nutrition. Short life expectancy. Very little control over destiny.
In industrialized countries in the 20th Century, things improved for the working man to a significant degree. Eventually, things improved for some minorities and for women. But, the working class still lives a much suckier life than the power elite.
And third world countries are full of people who may as well be living in the Dark Ages.
So, why do we continue on? I know people express great concern over the suicide rate. But my question is, why isn't the suicide rate higher? Why, given the suckines of life, don't more people opt out?
One reason is the religious prohibition against suicide and the promise of rewards in the afterlife. If you live a good life, you get rewards in the afterlife. If you commit suicide, you lose those rewards; this prevents the early exit option.
For people like me who don't believe in an afterlife, the religious explanation doesn't cut it. Why, given the sucky nature of life, do we continue? I have no interest in perpetuation of the species. I don't feel any obligation to anyone to remain around. But, there is in all of us, in all living beings, a survival imperative. Is this imperative so strong that it forces us to endure the suckiness of life?
I don't know. But, I think for most people, the answer must be, yes. This may be good for the species but I'm not so sure it's good for the individual. I'm a firm believer in QUALITY of life over quantity of life. And it seems to me that many people have very little quality of life and the survival imperative is merely prolonging suffering.
I'm NOT promoting suicide. I'm simply wondering why more people don't opt for suicide given life's circumstances. It puzzles me.
The quilters I know fall into two categories: those who have never made a t-shirt quilt and those who swear they will never make another. The fabric from tees has to be stabilized and is very heavy to work with when doing something on the scale of a quilt. Then, the actual quilting process... The quilters I know say that t-shirt quilts don't quilt well. All in all, they tend to agree that t-shirt quilts sound like a much better idea than they actually turn out to be.
Enter Project Repat (ProjectRepat.com). Select your size, cut up your tees, ship them to North Carolina and a few weeks later you get the tees back in the form of not really a quilt but something similar.
Project Repat does a great job of stabilizing the tees and stitching them together into a top. They then attach this top to a fleece back around the outer edges. There is NO quilting. You get sort of a bag that has been stitched closed. A nice looking bag, but a bag, not a quilt.
This is done at a fair price, much less than the price of a hand made quilt. And it's all Made in America, fair wage jobs.
So, if it's a quilt you want, you still have to find yourself a quilter who's a glutton for punishment and you'll pay. But if you just want a throw of size lap through king size, Project Repat may be your best best.
I've been sick for some time. It's been worse the last 5 or 6 weeks and I've lost about 25 pounds. I'm exhausted all the time, more so than usual. I've had trouble taking care of myself and even more so taking care of the various pets in the household. So, reluctantly, I made the decision to reduce the household by 4 members: the geese George & Martha, the bunny Ginger, and the largest dog Lucy.
George & Martha found a new home some weeks ago with someone who has some property, a body of water, and other water fowl. This was the best possible outcome.
This week, Lucy went to the local animal shelter where they managed to make me feel awful about surrendering her. Bad enough that she is timid and I know she is frightened there.
The local shelter doesn't take rabbits. I spent some time looking for rabbit rescues but all were full. Finally, a shelter that would take Ginger, but not without the requisite guilt.
This was incredibly difficult. I find my eyes welling up every few minutes. I can't sleep.
There was no need for the shelter employees to lay a guilt trip on me. They don't know my circumstances. They don't know how much I have loved those animals. They don't know how much it hurts to let them go. And it isn't their job to make that worse. Their job is to help the animals; not to hurt the people.
In my mind, one of the most difficult things about learning to live with a chronic and debilitating illness is adapting to the idea that for all intents and purposes the future you planned for yourself is no longer possible.
Now, I'm at a point where, physically, I feel worse than ever. Part of that is simply age, I suspect. Part is advancement of the illness. I'm also at a point where I've had enough of letting this illness keep me from doing what I want or even need to do. So, for the last few weeks, I've been doing. I feel like crap. Everything hurts and nothing helps. I can't sleep. I'm so exhausted don't even want to breathe. But I have accomplished some things and my mind likes having that feeling again.
So now I'm in the stage of the illness where the mind and the body are fighting for control of the will. Mind says DO IT. Body says REST. Each moment, I have to decide which WILL it be. If I'm to have any kind of meaningful future, mind needs to win more often than body which means pain is going to win more often as well.
It's a tough choice. I can see why many people choose the path of less physical pain. But, having tried that path for a while, I don't really see a meaningful future there.
As we near the end of our first five months at the Westside Antique Marketplace in Aledo, TX, The Green Poodle's Attic has decided that we need more room.
Our current space is 6 feet 10 inches x 6 feet 8 inches and seemed like a great place to start back in February.
Now, we realize that we need more room if we are ever to clear the attic and maintain the look we want in the space.
So, during the first week of July, we'll be moving to a space that is 10 feet by 7 feet. It will take us some time and we will do our best not to disrupt sales (of course!) but we think we need to do this so that we can display more of the things we want to have on sale and maintain the look we like.
So, come on out in July and see our new digs and the "new" merchandise we'll have available with the increased space.
And thanks so much to all of our customers. We truly appreciate each and every sale!
May 2019 was the best month yet for The Green Poodle's Attic at Westside Antique Marketplace in Aledo, TX, just outside of Fort Worth, on the West side.
We're also off to a good start for June and look forward to many more good months thanks to our customers and, yes, to the other vendors at the WAM.
I think the title speaks for itself. If you cook for someone who has the dietary habits of a 5 year old, you know what I mean. Anyway, there's a new entry on my cooking page for the first time in quite a while. Check in out.
2B or Not 2B
GPA is Growing
GPA Sets New Record
A Dog's Purpose
The Arrival of Wang
The Dog Lover
Year of the Pig
French Onion Soup
Finally At Last
Happily Never After
Thru Kitchen Window
Skeleton in Closet
410 Pounds of QuikRete
Desire and Love
Bird Feeder of Dreams
Tribal Bugs n Leaves
Curly & TheGreenPoodle
My Funny Life
The Ranch (NetFlix)
TV ... Upcycling
Lost In Space
The Toys that Made Us
The Spy Next Door
A Wrinkle in Time