Tuesday, September 11, 2018

pencil pouch, bone, the sea, deer pee


Rescued the bad felting, made a pencil pouch , it looks  Icelandic, soft grey and off white, 
 The pencils are inscribed  with a Nabokov quote ," We are most artistically caged". I am satisfied with the final deal, I thought it beyond hope.


After finishing that I remembered today was the six month check up on the bones, When I first went to this waiting room,  the glass "art" seemed threatening, sharp, shattering, potentially disastrous. 
Today  they seem  less uncomfortable - just someones odd choice of art for the waiting room in the spine/brain/nerve  center.
I am probably the only person with this opinion and this "feel".




there are the screws, there is my smile, bone is growing, I am going to be just fine after all.
FREEDOM.
Getting my mojo back .Feeling pretty sassy though this whole ordeal aged me one hundred years!


Picked up groceries, Starting a get- back- to- sensibility in the diet department- beginning tomorrow! 
Lucky me, organic free range chicken on sale today! 


I walked around Marine park on my way home, Beautiful sunny day with a chill in the air - earthy autumn smells, leaves brightly dying.
The last of the flowers, black eyed Susan's, clinging to  this  short lived beautiful weather. The Ice melting in the car.
 Quick walk, breathing the salty air, blessed sunshine!! Delicious!




Out in the San Juan's a few weeks ago, A beautiful vintage wooden Yacht  was spotted off of Friday Harbor, A woman dressed in white appeared, there were petals tossed, A wedding- Darryl Hannah and Neil Young- no fuss, just a quiet affair off our coast, in the sound. You can see why they made this choice! On a beautiful day, this area is stunning.




As I was driving by our yard, I noticed the mother and just one of her fawns munching on the grass, they looked like a Disney scene,  peaceful , poised, elegant- By the time I grabbed my camera and rolled down the window, the fawn was half way into the neighbors yard and the mother  forgot her dignity.
They are  so casual, familiar , tame, I am glad that they feel  comfortable here, glad they are watering, in their way,  the dry weeds in the yard. All moisture is welcomed.


This leaf  - screaming blood red-  plump veins- if my camera was better, you would see it throbbing, found with it's siblings on the grass by the bay.
Officially Autumn.


14 comments:

  1. Congratulations on your recovery. My husband had L4 and L5 fused last summer. Those types of surgeries are not for the faint of heart. Here's to new bone growth!

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    1. thank you Allison, sorry your husband had this REALLY HORRID surgery, quite amazing that anyone makes it through the intense healing process! Yay for him! Yay for necks, they are important!

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  2. What a beautiful and upbeat post! Hurray for you, Linda Sue! Hurray!

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    1. Hurray, indeed! Thank you , Mary. Now I must shed the effect of sleeves of ginger stem biscuits and ice cream consumed, comfort food! no more of that- such a big baby am I.

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  3. Poor deer, deprived of any privacy! LOL! I am SO GLAD your neck is coming along! Yay!

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    1. half way in to full healing , only six more months to go, YIPPEE. We have a self cleaning yard, the raccoons poop, something eats it, the deer leave their nuggets , something eats it, the rabbits leave their little raisins, something eats it. the only thing left to clean up of course is dog poo.

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  4. I didn't realize they screwed three of your vertebra together. silly me, I thought this was about your arm. so, crumbly bone in your neck? but glad it is healing. no more neck brace thingy? not even close to fall here by the temps but other signs are showing up on schedule. animals are so nonchalant about peeing and pooping and having sex except the human animal which wants to hide away to do those things.

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    1. religion is to blame, we are the only animals with that stipulation I reckon.

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  5. So glad the healing is happening so well! That glass sculpture would make me nervous, too.

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    1. It is quite a terrible sculpture, no doubt, stabby! Surgery was a breeze, healing has been a terror, out of the woods now, back among the living, Thank you!

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  6. Your pencil pouch rescue was a SUCCESS. The pencils are a nice finish. I'm with you on not caring for that choice of glass art in a bone injury place. Colors not too soothing either.

    SO JEALOUS of your view of the sea. I'm sooooo far from salt water unless you count the dead Salt Lake- bleh. Happy, happy, you are coming out of the looooong tunnel of recovery. Enjoy the ice cream. I had a bowl of Moose Tracks with you last night while watching the after stories of 9-11. Could have used something stronger to wash that stuff down.

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    1. The pouch looks better in real life, the photo just looks like mush, the sea is lovely, the islands ideal, if we did not have the longest darkest wettest coldest winters I would like to live here...

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    2. You don't have a corner on dark and you haven't seen COLD since you left Wyoming. Still, winter in the PNW can get very dreary and depressing.

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    3. you are probably right, though I have been colder here than in the horrendous Wyoming! Something about humid cold that gets into your bones and joints and can not warm up except with dry wood heat, which has been outlawed now. The dark , the dark, the dark....

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