Saturday, July 14, 2018

Mere Colors

"I found I could say things with colors that I couldn't say in any other way - things that I had no words for." Georgia O'Keeffe

"Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways." Oscar Wilde

Friday, July 13, 2018

A Glassine Sunrise?

There were some clouds this morning, so we had an interesting sunrise. The colors weren't that dramatic, but the angles were. 'Glassine' popped into my head as a term to describe them. Or maybe isinglass?

It didn't cool off much overnite. The temp was around 75° when I got up. The Grosbeak came for breakfast before 7a.m. while it was still comparatively cool.

This was my repast last evening - my version of a caprese salad: tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, fresh basil leaves, and, for me, lots of black olives. Dressed with a little basalmic vinegar, it was devine. So good I am going to have the same thing again tonite.

The current hot spell is supposed to break by tomorrow with a chance for rain. We need the moisture and I'm more than ready for some cooler temps.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Scenes Of Summer

I took these photos on the way to my doctor appointment Tuesday:
With time to spare, I drove along Lake McKinley and was treated to this scene across the water. Very pastoral, right?
A closer view, because the stump looked interesting. Love the reflections as well as spotting farm scenes in town.

One of my pics on Earth Day was of the planting going on across the pond. I speculated about what was being seeded/drilled in place of the usual corn or beans.

Magni-fying the photo didn't help much, but, oats, maybe?

Just when I thought they were oats starting to ripen, he cut them.

Later in the day, raking, then baling, them. I don't quite understand this. It is something different from my years on the farm when the oats weren't cut until ripe, then shocked and threshed. The oats were stored in the granary and the straw was left in stacks in the field or baled and stored in the haymow.

Even though I don't understand the whys, I am so glad to have these country scenes of summer right outside.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018


Discombobulate is another of those words that I've appreciated ever since I first learned that it was a fun way to say confuse(d), befuddled. I could 'confuse' someone just by saying they looked discombobulated.

If you recognize where this bas relief is located, you know where I was for two and a half hours yesterday morning.

This is just part of the mural along the passage which connects our hospital with the clinics.

I don't know why I find doctor's appointments so discombobulating. I don't worry about going to the doctor, I just don't like to. Yesterday was my annual Medicare Wellness appointment. It has been more than a year since I was last there and I wouldn't even go for this limited check up if I didn't need my prescriptions refilled.

I was kind of looking forward to seeing my doc, just to hear her reaction to my weight loss. (30 lbs since December) I expected her to ask if the loss was on purpose. (Yes) And she was pleased about it. Though she did advise me not to lose much more and I don't plan to. I just want to stay in the 140-145 range.

After seeing her and having my blood drawn for the usual tests, I had to go over to the hospital for my mammogram and bone density scan. That is when I realized I was feeling befuddled. Just a spacy, unstable sensation. I almost wished I had taken my cane with me.

Maybe it was because my doctor had moved to another area within the clinic, which turned me around. Maybe it was because I had to fast for the labs. Or because I hadn't had my coffee!

Whatever. I just don't like feeling discombobulated even if I do like saying it.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Finding A Feather

For many years I have believed that finding a feather is something special. Be it a gift, an omen, an offering.

Some believe it is a gift from an angel. If so, it is from my Mother, reminding me that I am watched over, loved and guided through this life even though she is no longer physically present.

Some think it is the response to a question, a thought or an emotion. If a question, I can only ask: "Was the dream I had last night, about my heightened forgetfulness, an omen?"

I found this feather of gray with edge of buff among my flowers Sunday. 
Not an omen, a gift, a reminder my angel is always with me. 

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Sunrise, Sunset

Only two and a half weeks since the summer soltice and already I can tell the days are shortening. This was the sunrise Friday morning.

♪ ♪ Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears. ♪ ♪
   (Sunrise, Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof)
(Sunset picture from Friday)

Cleaning continues apace; living room and office are done and, at least for today, so am I. Even the peasants got a day of rest on Sunday. Tomorrow, the dining room and at least a start on the kitchen.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Cleaning Has Commenced

As noted at the end of June's Book List, company is coming. In fact, they will arrive two weeks from tomorrow. And since I'm only good for two or three hours every morning, cleaning has commenced.

Yesterday it was the stove. I always wipe off the range top every day, but not the pans under the burners or the hood, etc. The oven is self-cleaning, so that's not the chore it used to be. I even slid the stove out, cleaned under it, both sides and the cupboards next to them. Whew!

Today we deep cleaned our bedroom. I say we because I had to have help moving furniture. Walls are swept, trim around the top of them is dusted and floors under where the furniture sets is vacuumed. And the furniture is polished. Again, whew! Oh, yeah, and the window is so clean it looks like it is open.

Tomorrow, the living room? Or my office? If I get a room a day done, I'll make it with time to spare.

It's good to have an impetus to get things done. Having our kids coming from both coasts is wonderful motivation.