Solstice So 'mores and an anniversary
We built a fire in a circle of stones. I taught Rio how to set it up so it would burn hot and true. Wadded up newspaper on the bottom. A teepee of small sticks. Then cholla skeleton. Then larger sticks, and finally small juniper logs with their fine hair like bark. The challenge in my family has always been to light camp fires with one match. I forgot to bring the striker out, so I went to use a lighter to start the match. This isn’t cheating if you still use only the match to get the fire going.
A million years ago, when I was a smoker, lighters were better designed. You flicked them and they lit. Now they have these damn child-proof thingy-ma-bobs.
After breaking off the child safety device with a rock, I was finally able to get the damn lighter to work...
I lit the match and then touched it to the paper on three sides. The flames licked up the pile of twigs like race horses out of the starting gate. In no time we had a cheerful blaze to beat back the stretching shadows and creeping cold of the dying day. Rio delighted in throwing more small sticks into the flames to feed the fire.
Then Rio and I danced around the fire like our Celtic forbearers. Well, actually, he chased me around the fire five times trying to get the bag of marshmallows from me. Yes, while our ancestors went the human sacrifice route, we choose to make So ‘mores.
For you city folks who were never boy scouts or girl scouts here is the recipe:
One half a Graham cracker on the bottom of the sandwich.
One half a Hershey bar.
Two marshmallows, toasted golden brown over the coals of a dying fire.
The other half of the Graham cracker.
35 carbs. Gooey, messy, and oh my God good. If only the Druids had known, history would have been different.
And what does any of that have to do with the Guardian? Well not much. Just a normal Dad out having normal fun with his kid. With no BG checks, no worries about lows, and no emergency sugar. (Don’t freak out, we had a box of Hershey bars and a sack of marshmallows for God’s sake.)
That was yesterday. Today is my anniversary. Yes, the Girl and I have been together a Month. It has been quite a wild ride this first month. Joy and anguish. Stress and peace. Expectations exceeded, dashed, and exceeded once again. Doubt, fear....you name it, I've felt it.
Looking back over the month, is there any kind of summary? How do I feel about it, you ask? Has it been worth it? There were times I thought my life was finally going to be simple. There was a time when I damn near put the girl back in her box and sent her back to Medtronic.
I started obsessively tracking data. Comparing finger sticks to the Guardian readings. How accurate is she? I was determined to work out just how well this system works. And then the unthinkable happened.
The girl saved my life.
Well that pretty much sewed it all up and made the decision crystal clear. The Guardian is now a permanent member of our family. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still studding data to know learn where she is strong and where she is week; but the whole “is she worth the cost” question has evaporated.
This is also the one-month anniversary of the blog. Yeah, I know the dates go back a little further on the posts but I rigged it to make the timeline work out and make sense. I started out writing this over on Gina’s Talkfest, but she evicted me on the 21st of November (that’s OK, Gina, I still love you). And we set up shop over here at LifeAfterDx the next day--the very same day the Guardian arrived and I hooked up for the first time. Wow, what a ride that has been too. I didn’t even know if anyone would come and read at all. I didn’t know if anyone could stand to read as much as I write. But today, one month later I see I’ve had 3,301 visitors as of the time of this posting.
The feedback from the readers has been wonderful. Wow what an adventure. And then you folks nominated me for three awards. Mind blowing. Wonderful, but mind blowing.
And, what’s my blood sugar, you ask? Well, I don’t know...let me check...Click...122.
Damn, that’s fun. I never get sick of doing that!