It seems to have rained every day this week, but we were busy with this and that and went about our tasks and hardly noticed. The change in the weather led me to pull the summer topper off the bed for the cleaner and bring out the cozy duvet. I also pulled out my warmer shirts and cord slacks.
Alas, the blue jeans I finally fit again this year are folded and stacked for next year when hopefully they still fit. I do love blue jeans having worn them all my life.
Everytime I have gone to the hospital, they tell me to bring “sweats” but I don’t and won’t own them. In fact, I hate them. Thank goodness Land’s End began making jeans with stretchy tops.
The garden is very sad now, the mums and Joe Pye Weed beaten into the ground. The migratory birds don’t mind as they pass through on their way to wherever they spend winter.
As the globe warms more and more species are deciding to overwinter in our area which makes the late fall, winter, and early spring, fun times to bird watch as we have both the year-round residents and the migratory birds.
I learned recently that the Canada Geese have evolved into two distinct groups, 1/ the migratory birds that fly from the north and form the V as they fly by, and 2/ the local resident “drop a pound of poop a day where you want to walk” kind.
Friday our house felt like Grand Central station in New York City with people coming and going: Julie taking David grocery shopping and returning and unloading bags from the car; John working on David’s bathroom and disassembling the very heavy treadmill, in and out with tools and parts. The dogs barked themselves silly.
Next week will be busy as John continues his repairs and David’s twin grandsons, graduated from college and setting up their own apartments, retrieve some of the unused furniture. David’s room had begun to look like a used furniture store. The good news is he is not weeping as stuff is hauled off.
John told me his MIL, who recently died had willed a dainty old secretary to his wife Phoebe. Somehow they transported the fragile thing from San Francisco.
My dermatologist found and biopsied another iffy growth on my back, very near the scar from the melanoma excised last year. Next, I visited my GP who was very kind after he learned my results from Dr. W.
Earlier, he had his nurse weigh me, and I told her I was going to start calling him Dr. Trump because he was obsessed with weight. However, he didn’t mention weight once ( I had lost 2 pounds, but he wants 20 more).
Instead, after he told me I had low iron, he looked up iron-rich foods using his new Samsung Iphone. The good news was that my HDL was higher and my LDL lower since the last visit. I’ve now been off Lipator for six months and my cholesterol reading is better than ever. I told him months/years ago I didn’t need the stuff. The stroke I had was caused by stress, pure and simple.
All in all a good week.