Waiting game

 

MMM view to west

My message to my inquirers this morning

Ok I’m back. Surgeons are still working on his compound forearm fracture with plates. I’ve been tracking whether car insurance lapsed— it hasn’t —after talking to reporting officer. Then locate where car was towed to get tax papers eyeglasses and cell phone left in. That’s been my fun morning

 All about the cell phone for connection, contact, relationship. 

Check out all the chicks in our ‘hood

 

Well, some are ducks

     The fowl escape from a house the street over, and there is actually a pocket park where they can and do wander. This is the first couple of days I’ve seen a flock stray so far from their coop.  Calso keeps four chickens, but they never get out of her yard. I’m fascinated to see them, as I am by the wild turkeys I occasionally spy at the end of our road.  If th owners don’t mind their straying, neither do I.  

  But animals in suburbia can cause conflict.  I worry about Red’s unknown therefore uncollected “deposits,” since he does un the neighborhood off leash, usually in my sight and voice or collar control.  A neighbor did complain to C yesterday about our late night chatter causing her two hounds to bark long and loud, waking the whole family.  Only thing is, too damn cold for us to talk in streets last three months and we almost never come out together at night.  I’m never out past 9:30 or 10:00 pm, so not sure what’s waking her dogs.  Anyway, I took offense.  What to make of that? Internal considering on my part?  Just laugh at it?  But here I am writing t down, holding onto a trivial matter.

     Stepping on corns, GIG would say.  

  

    The bigger offense:  still haven’t spoken to sis L since January 26.  It’s like marking time, ticking off days to see when and how excommunicado

     Emergency. Allan crashed the Matrix. In E R

Mud season

 

10:07 am, on trail. Only going to get dirtier 

Haven’t even seen this trail in weeks

    Muddy memory?  Forgot to fill one of my prescriptions but fortunately found 2 floating around for last night and this morning in my pill packs. TYJ. It’s a pill I really worry about not taking.  Fortunately, the pharmacy had already filled it so we went and picked it up early, then Red and I went to Park where almost all the snow is gone. 

      Good webinar tonight on BT Ch 16, “The Relative Understanding of Time.”  Must ponder Time and Divine Love as reverse sides of relationship.

Loved ones

 

Good doggies playing, last night

New attitude today, says C

     Incredibly beautiful day today. 63° at 11:15 AM!!! Plus, sunshine. Red is napping after his walk with A and ball game with me. Good visit from our neighbors last night and good note from C this morning. German webinar coming up in an hour and a half with talk of reason, conscience, and morality; should be a good one.  

Grate day, H2O everywhere

Water running in the streets

     RS is so full of it.  “I believe we are in WW3; a different form of war than in the past: economic destruction. Based on oil. We sent 2 real estate people to negotiate nuclear (deals).  Khomenei issued a fatau holy law 1999 that Iran cannot have nukes. So we get the opposite of what we want.  This morning in my sitting I imagined I was an Iranian woman with a child, suffering this bombing. People in Dubai are euthanizing their pets lest they be killed in attacks. Or if Iran attacks desalination plants millions will die of thirst.”

    Where does he get his so-called facts and ideas?  They prompt incomparable virtue signaling in “holders” of conscience and suffering, to which I have nothing to say, particularly because I suspect we all tend to feel fairly low-grade varieties of suffering combined with high grade imagination.  Forgive me if I’m wrong.

      Spoke to SB by phone today. She was having a frustrating day with clerks. We improved it by laughing at it.

     Neighborhood walks with Red. Great temp and sun.

     Tired from the time change .

Down by de schoolyard

 

 

Good to see kids at play and spring coming on

    Very good webinar today. DG is amazing in his analysis of the books we read.  Don’t really feel like talking tonight.  I’ve been binge watching a TV show which is not good for me, but I haven’t stopped

Good times

 

Rodanthe, 10-16-14. No I don’t know any of them.

     Not a great morning. Wasted time, very frustrated with computer crapolla.

Yikes!

Two in front porch flower pot one morning, GA

Lighting change

3-5-2023

     Those are not something you want to see everyday, and were just babies. Glad I got pics, and I think that’s when I bought snakebite kits for the house.

      Nothing like that at my house; mostly and rarely random mice, rats, gophers, skunks,  chipmunks, squirrels.  

      Too quiet today maybe. Sleepy. Snowy am, so hello J, goodbye 40 bucks, not that I’m complaining. He’s so worth. Snow is melting fast as we knew it would, and it’s a gray day. Dogwalker the lovely A brought Nola by to play, then Red and had chanced to greet G&L at the end of the driveway, always a pleasure.  Now we’ll go return an Amazon book:  too heavy and misty smelling to keep, unfortunately. Didn’t like it at all, much to my surprise. Les Tres Riches Heures…, always a fave of mine, but not this format. 

ice is nice

 

Tiny, but looks massive, like a glacier

What does that say about trusting veracity of images?

Redux, this morning 8:20

    Up early to take Red to Spaws for the monthly ablution and trim. Had a chance to speak to my girl S, congenitally, about how much vacuuming was enough. We concurred. Enough to avoid dirt and guilt (mine).  She said her kitty tells her when it’s time to break out the big machine, not just spot vac. She helped me feel happier about my similar habits. I really do feel guilty about not vacuuming every two or three days, but not enough to change the pattern.

     Got delicious Mr Bagel for breakfast, but especially enjoyed observing the clientele, including moi, and servers, sounds and smells, the whole atmosphere of the little cafe.

       A is off to optometrist, so with Red at grooming, I’m having a rare totally quiet time home alone.  I’m not doing anything much different, but it feels odd, not referring my movements about the house or even change of posture and seating without referring to mylittle dogs needs or to A’s location and activities in the house and, actually, time. Truly highlights mechanicallity.

Just another prettty

 

Late

Early

     Beautiful bright mild day after last night‘s fresh layer of clean snow.  We took a leisurely mile walk at 1:00 on very wet streets—the sun had had time to melt the snow pack considerably. Red loved getting on top of the drifts and crunch down through them, roll himself in them for some reason, like adding sprinkles to himself.  He played with Luca, just back from a road trip to Fla. K said the little dog loved riding in the car even though they drove through on the trip down.  She’s looking to buy a property there. They visited relatives rather than doing the tourist thing.  

    We also spoke to P, who showed us a black slate valentine painted by a friend, and we waved to G’s wife and granddaughter, as well as to J when we heard Dewey bark hello. Yesterday in the windy cold we greeted three men on our walk, including P, J’s son, and one with a big smile whom we didn’t know. It’s really pleasant and important to encounter neighbors in the ‘hood.

      This is concerning:  A and Red went for a short errands drive, while I napped. I greeted him when I thought I woke up and asked when they got back. He said 5 minutes ago and I already had spoken to him, had said I was awake. He had put Red on the bed. I looked and was surprised to see him there, asleep.    

     I won’t report this to a doc yet, but I want a record of it.  It sounds like that temporary amnesia incident I had a few years ago. It’s scary to me. 

      Mid day after all my usual foolish Sudoku and reading, I wrote emails in support of Mr Trump to him and to Susan Collins. I don’t expect to have an effect on her, but I’m glad I expressed my opinions. 

      I was looking at photos of Mom on my phone last night. None of them are very clear. She’s never smiling either. I wonder whether I look like her at any age in our lives. Not so much beyond puffy old lady faces. I know I smile. Her birth and death dates are within a week. Needful to think of her, keep her memory green .