Sunday, April 22, 2018

pinkable spring, comedian baby diary



Walking around the house again on a sunny glorious day! Let the healing commence! Neck feels pretty well screwed on and my body is so grateful that the helpful drugs  have been put in the cupboard. Pink seems to be the theme! Cherry petals along our walkway
and THESE lovely flowers about five inches across in my neighbors yard.
Don't know what this magnificent bush is, but I reckon you do...


Rhody buds, looking delicious!

Where I have been house arrested for the past five weeks.
The Cherry tree budding little tiny cherries.


The daddy squirrel soaking up a bit of sun on the deck. 
He is adorable, and likes to ALMOST come into the house.
This is the first time in my life I have had no pets so I welcome him to make himself at home.
Please, little squirrel, be my cat/dog/bird/ hamster...



  


The following must be clicked on to embiggen , Just a few pages of the baby diary I tried to keep when Erik was wee. 
He was/is hilarious.
Does not like carrots...






Friday, April 20, 2018

girl with no neck , living in a crazy movie



Spring again, blue jays visiting our deck all day every day. Squirrel coming in through the open door...he claimed to not be the pink fluff culprit...told me to go out and check again, I did. He is correct, It is a flicker family , the mama flicker , very strong to have done such work, There is some amount of relief knowing that there are not mammals up there.

Anyway, the squirrels got a nice cedar house out of the deal which Mr. Man will put up in the plum or cherry tree soon. 
Also have a bat house to  put up .
I love this new trend... his retirement is most agreeable!


Sarah, of circles of rain blog, and my best London friend , sent this card which she made.
So utterly clever, the head spins and moves back and forth , the no neck girl.


Mr. Man has been shopping...interesting times, the intrigue, the lies told, the seeing around the corner of what is to come- 
All good books, plus the New Yorker Magazines articles re: The Christopher Steele dossiers 
The time's are a-changing, as they do, but with so much speed right now!
Amazing how anyone can get a book written so quickly and get it out there as a best seller overnight!
So, we have some reading to keep us off the streets ...I just need to devise a way to read without bending my neck, also without being so bowled over by such heavy shattering information, but we kind of saw this bulldozer coming , did we not?  
 Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless.


-seems the only control (voice) we may have is the electorate, proven also to be untrustworthy...
SO (?)
Just take care of yourselves and those around you. Sounds like a good plan.



Tuesday, April 17, 2018

out of doors and the pink fluff culprit



Today is the first day I have felt more like living another! Though I was very conservative using the meds after surgery, I went through three days of dismal withdrawals, and if you do not know what they are, and how would you...it is a death wish, days and nights of concocting plans to do yourself in - no sleep, extreme nausea, pains all the way up to and through your astral body- all the way to the neighbors house, sick. I am such a wimp! Too sensitive for just about any drugs at all, I guess.
But I do now understand the urge, the temptation to take just one more to make the discomfort vanish for at least an hour!  I am humbled! 


and on this day, the sun came out for a few minutes, I walked outside for a brief look around the yard.
I think that I am out of the woods with this damned thing!
At least the drug part of it.


The two vent holes  beneath the eaves,had wire over them and new wood around them are where the culprit tossed out the insulation, chewed up the wire mesh, and chewed her way in, to have her babies, of course. 

We have decided to let her stay until the babies are mature enough to leave.
Mr. Man bought a new house for them ,putting it up high on a branch in the Plum tree.
so we wait...


she is a pretty little thing, all shiny and plump, the baby daddy comes for peanuts , eats as many as he can and takes the rest to her.
Things are getting better!
Got a voucher for my flight but must use it before February 8, 2019. If the world is still in one piece by then I am thinking to go to Hawaii . Why not!Mr. Man will probably be agreeable to that trip, There are Cost Co's on the island!

Thursday, April 12, 2018

cherry blossoms , tulips leaving




Still housebound, nauseous , bored flat out!  Mr. Man bought some off brand laundry detergent, did several loads of laundry. I did not know about the detergent and thought the terrible odor was ME, or the meds that I was taking. So I weaned myself off of the meds, ( difficult!!!) took two showers a day...but still the sickening odor seemed to be everywhere...finally well enough to do a load of laundry...AH HA!!!! So, everything that had been washed for the past three weeks had to be washed again and sometimes another 2 times to get rid of the nauseating odor. 




Every now and then I catch a whiff and  wretch. One last load of sheets in the washer now , having been washed twice today already. I noticed on the ground outside  loads of pink fluff  on the grass, thought some one must have groomed their pink dog close by

It is insulation. Probably from the dryer vent, hole, thing. So, I will wait to dry them until I can be sure I will not catch the house on fire. I have to wait for Mr. Man, because I can not bend to look...not that I would know what to do about it anyway. 
So, that is life in neck jail , all I really want to do is be normal again. Patience is a skill...

Sunday, April 8, 2018

dog in the boy's house and Satanism



Rosetta, Mexican dough nut, but they call her Rosie, saved from a  kill shelter, has moved into the house of Erik. His room mate saved her, had her spade, and they all love her beyond measure! She is a cutie and looks very much like Steve and Dave's dog, Olga. 
She came just in time to perk up the household, Crumby Portland weather, Erik quit his corporate job, simply had enough! 
This little girl keeps everyone from depression.



Erik sent this to me on FACEBOOK. The tenants  of Satanism, which make such perfect sense!


I am awake most of the night, cat naps during the day. The best radio programming on NPR happens all during the wee hours so I have  good company. I am glad our house is more than a two bedroom cabin, I would go mad! Madder, actually. Cabin fever, boredom for I am unable to do anything,can not lift, bend, look up or down do art, read. This will last another six weeks and then I can gently turn my head. I can not imagine a lifetime of jail, physical or otherwise. 

Thursday, April 5, 2018

The ER and a real emergency


Lovely to see Mrs. Plum pumping out blossoms.


Since I am in neck jail, can not look up or down or sideways, can not drive, or go out alone, My wings clipped, the wind out of my sails, tethered!!! Neck jail!


I will not go into detail, for therein lives the devil. Utter slice of hell.
Emergency surgery on my neck, either that or lose my left arm completely. No choice, really , as arms do come in handy. 
And so, Two horrendous trips the the ER, and a trip to hospital for Cervical fusion. Mr. Man proved to be the very best nurse possible in this world! 24 hours a day!!
He has saved my life, what is left of it!
Incredible pain, unrest, not sufficient pain management, wept and paced through three days and three nights before  the doctor could  be reached. I can not take opiates and asked for something other, finally got it. This is a few days shy of three weeks since the slicing of neck, bone graft from some unfortunate dead person, stem cells from my hip and screws to stick it all together. 
I swear , if I ever have to do this again, I am going to tie myself up in a hefty bag and lie on the tracks like garbage, they will never know that my head has been severed, and how thoughtful I was to put myself in a hefty bag for tidy removal!


Stella, in her stellar way, brought so many delicious home cooked meals and smoothies, I want to marry her and keep her in my kitchen all the day! 
Needless to say I had to cancel my trip with her at the end of May , to Finland. She will go without me and I will be jealous!
This surgery takes quite a long time from which to heal, the bone must grow, and I must behave.
Difficult!

Sunday, February 18, 2018

accidental art in the kitchen, and I can not live without you



Before I washed my glass that I use for milk coffee, I noticed this very nice scum on the edge, photo worthy! 
As is my skillet, As the coconut oil cooled it formed this magnificent message, "Get thee to a beach".



Instead, as I awakened to snow this morning, I decided to take the news paper back to bed with me., nothing much of interest except these two obituaries. 
"When you go , I am going with you!" 



They stated at one point in their lives that they could not live, one without the other. 

pinkable spring, comedian baby diary

Walking around the house again on a sunny glorious day! Let the healing commence! Neck feels pretty well screwed on and my body is so...