I have no regrets

Did someone around here want a crack at that adrenal fatigue book I mentioned a while back? I returned it to redheadfae and she reminded me that somebody asked about it but I don't remember who. It's up for grabs if you're interested.

This is terrifying: Escape from Duggarville. Vyckie Garrison was once a minor celebrity in the Quiverfull Movement, made famous by TV’s Duggar family. As a devout, Bible-believing Christian and the mother of seven homeschooled children, Garrison spent 16 years, with her husband, publishing a newspaper for families on a similar path. Today, via a website called No Longer Quivering, she publishes resources for women leaving the movement. Recently she addressed American Atheists about her experience. This article is an abridged version of her remarks.

The thing that I find most horrifying about Quiverfull (and other vague, non-denominational conservative xtian movements) is the complete lack of condemnation about it that I hear from other xtians. I bet the people at the church my parents attend (you know, the one where my dad works as a lay pastor and the one where he says he probably wouldn't keep his job if they knew he voted for Obama) are mostly quiet supporters of it. Or at least they wouldn't feel it was their business to help support a woman in their congregation trying to escape her Quiverfull life. Disgusting.

I didn't get to produce anything this weekend, but I at least felt productive. I got over half of my pattern collection out of the house, and the sewing room is better for it. The stuff I had stashed under the cutting table is now in one of the four-drawer vertical files that used to house patterns and I'm slowly clearing stuff out of the closet. The water guns are winging their way to their deserving recipient and one big roll of fabric was returned to its owner since I am never going to make that coat he commissioned (I'm not taking any more sewing commissions except for bloomers).

One important thing I noticed during my four-day impromptu vacation was that my appetite was significantly less when I was doing stuff at home. Even though I had easier access to snacks and probably more reason to want them--especially Thursday and Friday (hello again, 25 day cycle, nice to have you back). I wonder how much of my hunger pangs at work are triggered by emotional eating needs. It also felt so good to not sit all day. I was in a good mood almost the whole time, despite sleeping poorly because of night cramping. I've been making myself stick to that hourly walkabout schedule today. I've been slacking off on that lately. NO MORE.

Sunday mckitterick and I went out to KCRF and...wow. renniemom mentioned it feels like a different faire, and it really does. Fewer participants in the lanes, although there were a lot of patrons for it being a Sunday and only third weekend. It seemed like overall the energy was low. Of course, that could be attributable to what I hear were miserable weather conditions on Saturday. We stayed for about four hours. I saw lots of people, participants and a few surprise patrons whom I was pleased to encounter--good timing. I made two purchases, saw two shows, ate some kettlecorn, and then I was glad to come home. As I was unloading the dishwasher at 5:47, I thought "I'd be counting out my tip money now," and a wave of incredible relief washed over me. Y'all I made such the right decision to retire.

Update: Just past noon, my left hip started to ache from the sitting. This, after a 45-minute yoga session this morning, and an hourly walk. My body is really tired of sitting. It would really like to stop sitting for a living. Maybe that standing desk needs to actually happen.