*I remember again the professionalism of the ambulance team and the ER staff and am in awe of this bit of our medical community that I experienced yesterday.
*A nap..a nap..a nap.
*An overcast day in which to recuperate and be mellow and watch movies.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Strange day
A strange day. There really were gems in it:
*Digereedoo, "Norwegian Wood" played on piano and bass, accordian, drums.All their musics follow us down the shaded outdoor mall.
*Flower planters overflowing--I want to take pictures of them all.
*The ballet of paramedics as they try to figure out what is wrong with R.
*Passing the time, long since out of yarn, in the ER by thinking about military time.
*He enumerates topics by pointing to the oxygen monitor on his finger.
*Home together.
*Digereedoo, "Norwegian Wood" played on piano and bass, accordian, drums.All their musics follow us down the shaded outdoor mall.
*Flower planters overflowing--I want to take pictures of them all.
*The ballet of paramedics as they try to figure out what is wrong with R.
*Passing the time, long since out of yarn, in the ER by thinking about military time.
*He enumerates topics by pointing to the oxygen monitor on his finger.
*Home together.
Friday, August 28, 2009
detour, red, Hawaii
How could I have skipped three days of gems? Well, here's for today.....
*Road repairs force me to detour through alleyways (this city still has them) and I pass by backyard gardens and towering hollyhocks.
*Finally deciding on a car--red.
*The salesperson asks, for the purchase forms, my birthdate.
"I was born on that date!"--he says.
"Where were you born?"--says I.
"Hawaii."--he replies.
"!!!So was I!"--a fleeting bond.
*Road repairs force me to detour through alleyways (this city still has them) and I pass by backyard gardens and towering hollyhocks.
*Finally deciding on a car--red.
*The salesperson asks, for the purchase forms, my birthdate.
"I was born on that date!"--he says.
"Where were you born?"--says I.
"Hawaii."--he replies.
"!!!So was I!"--a fleeting bond.
Monday, August 24, 2009
weather, newspaper, food
*A weatherman refers to a hurricane as "a hunk of moisture".
*The Metropolitan Diary part of the Monday New York Times.
*A nutritionist who patiently walks me through carbs and protein and fats.
*The Metropolitan Diary part of the Monday New York Times.
*A nutritionist who patiently walks me through carbs and protein and fats.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
flops, cylinders, the plains...
*The flop of flip-flops (or is it the flip?).
*Highly polished silver metal cylinders stacked horizontally lengthwise sparkling in the sun.
*We drive out onto the plains:
--a farmer on a tractor giving his wheat field a butch haircut
--derelict houses that I want to rescue, live in and restore
--stinky feedlots of sheep
--long sprinklers with hanging down showers-the sprinklers travel in circles so the
irrigated fields are circular. Have you seen them from the air?
--fields of sugarbeets
--racing a parallel train
--the yellow of stately sunflowers goes on and on in fields
--golden cubes of hay
--heat shimmering from a silver quonset hut (I am particularly fond of quonset huts)
--in a field of sugar beets last year's seeds have sprouted so that there are taller corn
plants in among the short dark green leaves of sugar beets
A marvelous day. My senses are satiated.
*Highly polished silver metal cylinders stacked horizontally lengthwise sparkling in the sun.
*We drive out onto the plains:
--a farmer on a tractor giving his wheat field a butch haircut
--derelict houses that I want to rescue, live in and restore
--stinky feedlots of sheep
--long sprinklers with hanging down showers-the sprinklers travel in circles so the
irrigated fields are circular. Have you seen them from the air?
--fields of sugarbeets
--racing a parallel train
--the yellow of stately sunflowers goes on and on in fields
--golden cubes of hay
--heat shimmering from a silver quonset hut (I am particularly fond of quonset huts)
--in a field of sugar beets last year's seeds have sprouted so that there are taller corn
plants in among the short dark green leaves of sugar beets
A marvelous day. My senses are satiated.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
G Quest, ride, tech
*"Well, screw that! What is this thing? I mean it serves no purpose for there to be a bunch of chompy, crushy things in the middle of a hallway! We shouldn't have to do this! It makes no logical sense! Why is it here? ...Well, forget it. I am not doing it. This episode was badly written!...Whoever wrote this episode should die!"
*We go for a ride into the country after supper to cool off. It is a mixed blessing--the dog's breath from the back seat ("like the inside of a garbage truck") and R's minty, anise, herbal chewing tobacco substitute wafting from his mouth beside me.
*Modern medical tech--I put my foot in a pedicure soaking looking tub and 2 minutes later know what my bone density is.
*We go for a ride into the country after supper to cool off. It is a mixed blessing--the dog's breath from the back seat ("like the inside of a garbage truck") and R's minty, anise, herbal chewing tobacco substitute wafting from his mouth beside me.
*Modern medical tech--I put my foot in a pedicure soaking looking tub and 2 minutes later know what my bone density is.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
over the fence,long sleeves, more plants than I remember
*Sunflowers poke their heads over a worn fence like Buddha peering over his father's fence at the real world.
*The clean up lady has decided that the season is beginning to change--she was wearing a long sleeved shirt instead of her usual sleeveless one.
*I am beginning to move the plants inside for the cold weather (I won't say winter) and where in the heck did I get so many? Oh well, they will all sort themselves out.
*The clean up lady has decided that the season is beginning to change--she was wearing a long sleeved shirt instead of her usual sleeveless one.
*I am beginning to move the plants inside for the cold weather (I won't say winter) and where in the heck did I get so many? Oh well, they will all sort themselves out.
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