Keeping my mind off food

The sun puts in a full day’s work at this time of year in North Carolina. The constant glare makes it hard to take good photos. After the service this morning at Duke University Chapel the sky was jigsaw blue, with hardly a cloud to create background interest.

It was the same when I got to Cedar Creek Craft Gallery at 5pm for the National Teapot Show. The gallery is open 7 days a week, all year round and has a cottage garden selling unusual plants (the one with spiky leaves is not what YOU think it is—it is some kind of hisbiscus) and making me yearn for my Itchy Ankle quarter acre. (Is it wrong to miss your garden more than you miss your children?)

In between all this gallivanting, I met a friend of a friend who is also in Durham to lose weight. Melanie is using the Rice Diet and has shed 50 lbs in the last year, the kind of success I would like to see myself. We met at a cake shop but restricted ourselves to iced tea and iced coffee and left the iced butterfly buns and frosted flower cookies alone.  After lunch at Duke Diet and Fitness Center I swam 26 laps, a new personal best.

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About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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