The past several years have not yielded many frost-on-the-windows photographs. I enjoyed the displays on our front windows during the beginnings of (now unseasonably cold, due to warmer winters) frigid temperatures here in the Red River Valley of the North.
I don’t know how we have reached the end of this month already! Today, we went shopping for meat, fish, and salad greens. Then Al started work again on the workshop, calling upon me sporadically to lift, steady and hold siding while he measured the boards for cutting and then trimmed and nailed them in place.
Yesterday, I got a couple loads of laundry washed. Still trying to make inroads into the dish-washing. The dogs are asleep on the sofa, right now, and looking so very peaceful. Charlie did find something inviting to roll around in, in the back yard, but I never did figure out what it was.
My current bed (recliner) is on its last breath of life, and I am still waffling on how I want to replace it. Al’s fell apart, last weekend, and so at the beginning of the week, we went shopping and found one that he likes. We’d thought to get mine at the same time, but I’m not feeling decisive, this week.
I did sign up for the 20-day Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration course at WordPress. That’s at TheWrittenWord.net. Also, I have made private the posts at TheArtOfDisorder.net before the summer, mostly. I am hopeful that I will begin using that domain (another WP blog) for challenges and such. A lot of that blog revolved around trying to cope, and then getting organized, and then tracking my health, and such. I decided to put a lot of that aside for the time being, as far as topics go.
The pollen season is back in full force. Spring = tree pollen, Fall = ragweed (and nettles and sagebrush). I long for the first snowfall!
The exhaustion and chemical/fragrance exposures caught up with me over the weekend, and on Tuesday, late afternoon, we headed for the Emergency Department at the local hospital. My blood oxygen level had dipped to 84 or 85%. I managed to identify the corticosteroid to which I’m not (yet) allergic (third in the list the attending physician rattled off). I am allergic to prednisone, and so put off the nurse who asked to insert an IV injection port “just in case the doctor wanted medication administered”.
I still have the cough, but I’m down to one dose of albuterol a day; the price on the stuff certainly has dropped since I last needed to buy meds (fall of 2014): from $1.65 to $0.50 a dose. Same drug store. And the doctor prescribed meds twice the amount of medication in each dose. Al and I have gone shopping several times, since then, and I can make it through an entire shopping trip of several stops without running out of energy/breath. Still exhausted by evening, but that might have something to do with my not taking naps.
The puppies have been a great joy. Except that Thaddeus had a plump tick on his neck that had been there for a while. We dropped off at the veterinary clinic, where a helpful technician removed it. Must look up tick & flea medications.
I’ve been fooling around a little with Picasa on account of the cell phone photographs not always being really great.
Our Monday was quiet. Samantha, Flea and I took some photographs of flowers and dead leaves. Sam and Flea pretended to be explorers in the jungle; the leaves have come out on the backyard shrubs, and they like to hide away beneath the long branches, which now are sporting tiny flowers.
Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt for the week is “Couple”. I do still plan to write a new poem to that prompt, but I already had such a nice one that fit the prompt, a poem of mine that I wrote for the 2007 Halloween Poetry Reading (for which I was editor, 2007-2013, for the SFPA): At Allantide. I also shared “Alien Life” as a response to the poem that Mara wrote to the prompt (just follow the link on the “At Allantide” page for Mara’s poem). It seemed fitting.
I took a long nap, this evening, and now it is at last suppertime. Or two o’clock in the morning. Or both.