Unfolding Joys of Spring in Everyday Ramblings

  • April 19, 2015, 4:17 p.m.
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On Friday after work S. came over and picked me up (I felt a little like a princess getting a ride) and we went back over to her part of town where she, (and her cheerful standard poodle Frieda) took me on a whirlwind tour of the local public staircases and whimsical gardens. This shot is from one of those, an extra lot on a property that the owners have done wonderful things to.

She was a little distracted and I was a little tired but we had a lovely time and the weather was mild and perfect.

Still no results from the ultrasounds on Thursday.

Boy, that was not my idea of a good time, particularly after the warm and funny Women’s Health team I saw week before last. Healthcare sure is uneven here.

My oldest sister had a version of this exam a few times that must have been very uncomfortable. It was hard for me not to think about her last oh so difficult year while I was having my exam.

I also had a strong reaction to the whole radiology waiting room experience. It was full of very sick people and many of them, as many folks are here in the U.S., morbidly obese. I do not want to go there! No, no, no.

It makes me realize how special the care is the kids get on the unit I teach on is.

I know I will deal with what I need to deal with what grace I can muster and this all certainly doesn’t mean I am not enjoying our gorgeous unfolding spring.

The sun is shining and blooming pinky white rhododendrons surround my whole living room. It is quiet and there are many finches at my tube feeder and an occasional squirrel to keep the cats occupied.

I need to get what I can send on early for the four days away next weekend packed and finish designing my class for tomorrow.

I asked S. if she wanted to work on her derriere this week or her digestion. She is so funny; she didn’t hesitate and said, “The derriere!”

We’ll do digestion next week. Anyway I have been learning all about the mechanics of how our gluteus muscles work and why they are so important for our ability to function and what happens when they get shorten and tight, which happens to most of us as we age. They can really mess with your knees if they are weak or tight or unevenly developed.

My Buddhist counselor and I were unable to find a time to meet this last week because of my crazy schedule and his popularity but some of the things he has said to me and some of the reading he is encouraging me to do are proving to be very helpful during this somewhat challenging and uncertain time so I am glad to have taken a flyer and risked seeing him again after all these years.

The cats are having baths after I treated them for fleas this morning. Even though they don’t go out, the fleas manage to find their way in and we go through this unpleasant operation once a month. They forgive me pretty quickly afterwards.

I have a very feline focused living situation so I don’t worry about their claws and the furniture. I loved hearing about your claw clipping where you are. If they went out no way would I clip their claws. It is just because I teach that I feel a little self-conscious about having scratch marks on my hands and arms.

Yesterday my favorite organic farm had a few crates of sweet early strawberries for sale at the farmers market! I got there for the opening bell to get some. And there is a beautiful red-shafted Northern Flicker (Colaptes auratus, a kind of woodpecker) at the suet feeder.

Life is good.


Last updated April 19, 2015


woman in the moon April 19, 2015

I'm glad there are good things in your life. I like the width and height of it too. I read some of your entry to my son and wondered if we are too closed up, too away from the world.
Silly, down to earth question. How do you know your cats have fleas? Our cats must have them but I never do anything about them so I suppose I have them too? I'd know wouldn't I? I hope.

noko woman in the moon ⋅ April 19, 2015

My vet showed me this trick. You get a paper towel just slightly wet with water, and you comb the cat, particularly on the back of the neck with a very fine toothed comb and you place what you've combed on the damp paper towel and if you see even a little blood, the animal has fleas. She showed me that with Sammy, who showed no signs of itching. My two now start scratching around their faces couple of days before the treatment is due and stop after. They are calmer after the treatment but it is a hassle and not cheap as well as somewhat toxic.

gypsy spirit April 19, 2015

waiting rooms in medical places are always depressing....I hope all goes well for you. Enjoy your spring....and well done on that photo.. well captured. hugs p

edna million April 22, 2015

Great peaceful springy photo! I love standard poodles. There's a social worker on our hall (some of the Social Work department is oddly mixed in with all the other oddballs in our piecemeal building) who often brings her standard poodle in - Jazzy, who is a therapy dog. Just seeing Jazzy makes me happy, so I can imagine she's the best therapy dog ever.

Deleted user April 26, 2015

Cider vinegar might be a good thing to try. I hate fleas .... Knock on wood , we have not had any for awhile ..

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