I’m guessing most of you have discovered the least, and most poorly kept, secret in the world. Our world is mad. As in crazy, loony, loopy, illogical and frequently nonsensical. Mad!
Not really my doctor.
Monday, I had the 9-month follow-up appointment with my urologist. It is nearly an hour’s drive by the time you add in parking and walking in and up to his office. After checking in and leaving a sample, I was ushered into a room to wait. I finished reading a book during that time.
Finally, Doctor R stepped in, shook my hand and greeted me with a big grin. He had a couple of questions for me and I had one for him. He shared the good news that my test results were once again perfect. He also reminded me that there is a chance that the cancer will come back. I’ll see him again in three months, which will be the one year anniversary of the surgery. Our time together was less than five minutes. An hour later I was back home.
I find it interesting that Doctor R lives about two miles from here (all of it on country roads). But unless I get on the expressways and drive that hour through urban traffic into the big city, he doesn’t get paid and I don’t get treated.
Sorry I haven’t kept up with posting here. I’ve been doing some work on the house. We’re nearly finished with the mud room project. Just a couple of pieces of trim to go, and Sylvia is picking them up at Menard’s as I write this.
Also been overhauling our church’s Website. My Web development software is now out-of-date, and I want to pass this on to someone else. Our hosting company offers site-builder software as part of our Web hosting package. That’s great I don’t even have to have the software installed on my computer. Still, it’s a lot of work to get things fine tuned.
Yesterday, I mowed the lawn. There’s nothing special about that. It happens regularly. Something special happened this time, and that’s what this post is about.
We have a crab apple tree that has never thrived. We’ve planned to remove that tree, but the last few years a dove has made her nest in the tree. Neither Sylvia nor I have the heart to evict the dove while she is on her nest. For that reason, the tree still stands.
When I mow around this tree, the tractor catches on a branch. Yesterday as I mowed, I was easing past the tree, the tractor was rubbing, the tree was shaking and I looked at the nest. I wanted to see an empty nest. What I saw was this:
Momma dove sits bravely on her nest.
Yes, there within arm’s reach sat the fearless mother. She refused to move, and my tree-removal plans are still on hold.
Tuesday, I received a call that my computer glasses were ready for pickup at Advanced Eyecare. That was yesterday and while Sylvia was visiting her father that afternoon, I went in and got my new specs. They are great! Now, my whole computer monitor is in focus without having to shift my head to put the “sweet spot” of the multi-focal lenses in the right place.
This morning while I was reading my favorite blogs, Sylvia came in from the garage and reported that I had a flat tire. It was “flat as a pancake.”
I re-inflated the tire to 32 psi. An hour later the pressure was 10 psi. So, it was re-inflate the tire and drive carefully into the village and Jerry’s Tire. They found the problem.
Is that an arrow head?
Along with a [very reasonable] bill, they handed me the culprit that had “speared” my tire. Just another reminder that those of us who live on gravel or dirt roads will spend more on autos than those who live on paved roads. I don’t care! I’m not moving.
The quarter is significant in that my car is a 1997 model. (I bought it in ’96.) But mine is an Intrepid. Sylvia drives the Liberty.
The other possible title is: “He’s Got Moves!”
Dedicated to my favorite ninja black belt.
Last Saturday was a beautiful day. It was also the day that Amanda Paulik and Jason Young were married. The Youngs have been our neighbors since we moved here 14 years ago. The couple were married on his parents’ front lawn. What a delightful scene it is.
Sylvia had come home from her dad’s to attend with me. The skies were cloudy and a nice breeze kept us comfortable (for the most part). For most of the duration, a sun halo was visible overhead. That had to be a good omen, right?
Did Pastor Mark drop something or was he praying as the groom kissed his bride? I’ll let you decide. I couldn’t tell–and I won’t tell.
The wedding photographer got a better shot of the happy couple.
Nothing more beautiful than a bride on her wedding day
Jason had better remember July 5 as his wedding day. I’ll let you decide if there’s any significance to the fact that it immediately follows independence day.
An e-mail from my son told me of the storm that hit Kentwood. Later, I read that a confirmed EF-1 tornado had hit the area.
Photo courtesy: Adam Dabaja/Soapbox Pictures
Fortunately, this is not the area where our son and daughter-in-law live. They only experienced a brief power outage.
Today on FaceBook, my cousin, Beverly, posted an article about our home town. There was in “incident” at a plating facility, which is not far from where we lived.
You don’t want to breath that smoke!
I used to walk this way to school. That was many years ago.
These are in blossom now and remind me of fireworks. I love the colors and the shape of these beauties.
Day lily bursts forth in beauty
Thanks to yesterday’s rain, I’ll be celebrating the day while mowing the lawn. I enjoy that time outside doing something and watching the world around me.
Yesterday I drove into the village to get diesel fuel for the tractor. The tire store had an interesting saying on it’s changeable text sign. it read:
Don’t drink a fifth on the fourth
Or you won’t go forth on the fifth.
Good advice. Now, it’s time for me to fill up the water bottle and go to work. Enjoy your day.
This post has nothing to do with coffee. Okay, I’m drinking a cup of coffee, which I’ve “dosed” with some hot chocolate mix. My
morning after lunch mocha. Aahhh!
Thursday, after supper, Sylvia announced that she was going out to “take a look at the garden.” I replied that I was thinking about doing that too. So after the table was cleared and the dishes taken care of, we set out together to look at the garden. Looks like we’re in for another good year if this trend holds.
Next stop was the mailbox. And so we made the hike to retrieve what ever Sally (our mailperson) had delivered. On the way, Sylvia said it looks like cherries on the cherry tree. I agreed.
With mail in hand we headed to the cherry tree, where we saw this:
Sour cherries, but where are the birds?
This is only the second year in the fourteen years that we have lived that we’ve seen cherries on the tree. Most years we only see those that fell to the ground and pits that the birds hadn’t swallowed or carried away. They were okay to eat, but not worth getting excited about. I’d say that they are better to see with the eye than to taste with the tongue. Some things are like that.
I did have it all wrong–probably like most of you. I held the conventional belief that women were like cats and men were like dogs. That was until I stumbled upon this clip on my way to this blog. Check it out.
What do you think? Did Jodi get it right?
Lately, we’ve been watching the twins and mom as they graze on the grass.
Sorry about the flare
I forgot to get the camera lens against the window I was shooting through. It was morning and the family was having breakfast. I wanted to open the door and step onto the deck to capture this image, but there would be no critters if I’d done that.
Perhaps you’ll like this one better.
Mom and one of the twins look for better grass
The youngsters are bursting with energy. We often see them racing around the yard like the young ones frequently do.