Rose at Bluemont Park, may 2013
Apparently, my daughter’s emergency surgery was more serious than I originally thought. She said her appendix was scarred from earlier attacks, and the scar tissue from these attacks caused her appendix to adhere to the colon and small intestine. Her surgeon removed part of her colon to extract the appendix, but mercifully he left her small intestine intact.
I asked her how she could have had previous attacks and not realized it. She said, “Oh, I probably thought it was menstrual cramps,” which should give anyone who has never experienced the latter an idea of 1/ how painful they can be, and 2/ the level of pain some women will tolerate.
I’m not surprised at how much pain Connie can stand as she once had a horse stand on her foot, and said nothing until my friend, who was standing next to me, noticed the silent tears streaming down Connie’s cheeks. These days, when I suspect something hurts her I ask her if a (metaphorical) horse is standing on her foot.
Connie delivered her third child without pain killers, but had a epidural and hospital bed for the fourth child. That third child, Rita, was the person who insisted her mother go to the hospital New Year’s Day. Rita had driven her Mom to the all night Wal-Mart to get an over-the-counter medicine for what Connie believed was a case of indigestion. When her Mom collapsed in pain in the parking lot, Rita drove her to the emergency room and insisted she go inside.
I ordered 2 more 20 pound bags of seed mix for our neighborhood bird friends plus two dozen blocks of bird suet the woodpeckers love. We are filling the bird feeders every day. If I end up in the poor house, you can blame the birds.
Although all the old ladies in my neighborhood feed them, the birds are so hungry, they pile onto the feeders as soon as we hang them back on the hooks. Or, they think they are hungry and attempt to eat all they can before the food runs out. Not unlike the food shoppers who pile into the grocery store the day before Christmas or a threatened storm.
Tom Sightings over at Sightings at Sixty (link below left) reports that seniors would rather be at home sitting in a favorite easy chair, reading and sipping a cup of tea or something else, so after years of trying to fit in, I might have arrived at normality for my age group. I started an Ann Cleeves mystery this morning (Raven Black, from the Shetland Island series), not one of the histories, I usually read, although I do have a half dozen books on Churchill ready to go. Cleeves, author of the Vera Stanhope mysteries, worked at an ornithology facility before she began writing, and she includes many references to birds in her stories, hence the title of this book.
I’m not very superstitious, however a murder of crows descended on the bird feeders this AM and I always think of their historical significance as a negative omen (Twa Corbies, The Raven, The Raven in the Forecourt (Ellis Peters) etc. So, I had Johnny dash out and run them off. Once they were gone, they never came back. Darned if I am feeding them. I have ambivalent feelings about crows ever since I saw one of them catch a young sparrow on the wing and haul it off to its nestlings. Nature red in tooth and claw indeed!!