Goodness, it’s been a while. Nothing quite like having life come along and play “Whack-a-Mole” with one’s plans, holidays and well, everything else. No sooner would things seem to be heading in a direction than a new piece of information would be proffered, which in turn would totally upset things and require a complete change.
BUT (and you knew there was one of those coming, didn’t you…) I learned a lot.
I learned that:
- If you really want to know what is being recommended (say, as in for someone’s care) talk to the source, or as near to the source as you can get. Third hand information is garbled at best.
- Determine what the qualifications are of the person making the recommendation. Do they really even have any? Is this just their “opinion” talking as fact?
- Research. Do your research. Even if you did it before, do it again.
- Ask questions.
- Take notes and keep a paper trail.
- Develop a plan.
- Be prepared for the plan to evolve, but don’t lose sight of what it’s supposed to accomplish.
Above all, when times are crazed, be good to yourself. This is not the time to beat yourself up about falling off the New Year’s Diet Resolution. Or any other resolution.
Last thing I think I need to do, before I can start back up with my off-kilter creativity is get rid of this coughing crud that I’ve got. It’s hung around for several months after the flu has left. Damn microbes!
With the start of cooler evenings (40s and below) the trees have started their Fall display, and what a display it is!
These are maples in the backyard. The red one is Autumn Blaze, I think. Tree names are not my specialty.
This one marks the corner of the house, and looks rather festive next to the plum. I wonder what their conversation is?
“Hey Plum! When do you turn colors?”
“I don’t. I’m colorful all year long!”
Even the crabapple tree is getting into the act. And that wire cage on the right? That’s to protect the rose ground cover from the rabbits. We did some shrubbery and flower planting a couple months back, only to find that we unexpectedly put out a “Free Lunch” sign for the rabbits.
Yes, some of them are cute little bunnies that don’t eat much, but others are big jackrabbits, who I am sure belong to a gang and wear black leather jackets.
Yesterday was the first day of Fall, which made Thursday the last day of summer. Usually that’s a chance to do one more outdoorsy, sunshiny traipse through fields type of outing.
Not so much. Instead, we woke up to snow. Snow on the mountains. What started out as a dusting of powdered sugar in the morning turned into some very wintery conditions as the day progressed. Rain. Wind. More Rain. Did I mention rain? Rain at elevation turned to snow.
I’m hoping this is another good year of snow pack. We still need the water.
I dare say it’s probably close to 20 years old? Maybe a bit less. Perhaps a bit more.
Either way, it has seen it’s fair share of wear. Worn to the point that it’s time to retire it. Not that it will be donated to charity.
Oh no! There are too many lovely memories attached. It will be folded and gently stored in the wardrobe drawer reserved for “special” things – handmade socks, the dress I wore to meet Santa when I was three. You know – those keepsakes you just have to keep.
Unfortunately retiring the Cat’s Pajamas leaves a definite gap in my pajama selection.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
As the weather has warmed up, lanky green leaves started to appear in the iris garden. Then it was flower stalks, tantalizing with the promise of blooms to come. The past two weeks it’s been warm enough that the flowers have put forth their glory. Aren’t they gorgeous?
The irises are courtesy of Grandmeow and my good friend E. Irises apparently grow like weeds here, requiring very little care. These blooms aren’t even hooked up to the drip line. They just get whatever water falls from the sky. That makes them perfect for me, as I have a black thumb when it comes to growing things.
The single windows in the background are my office. When it’s a particularly trying day, I look out an am reminded that no matter how difficult work is, there is beauty in the world.