hyacinths , dolly fountain, skin cancer sunshine

Hyacinth eking out a living through the stone wall. Separated from its flock above the wall, managing to survive. This year the flock has expanded and is looking very well- loves the rain and cooler temperatures. Deer do not eat them, rabbits do not eat them, they are  the only bulbs to actually make it in our un-fenced smorgasbord.
 

The mystery of the ratty haired doll has been solved. The little neighbor girls  and their Dad have made a "fountain" from the other neighbor Steve's bird bath squirt-er thing. Steve supplied the fountain and the water hook up and some of the toys that call it home. The doll came from Steve. The raccoons love this little fountain as well, they kidnapped the princess , took her as their own, decided that she was too demanding and did not taste good - that is why I found her in the yard. 

The little girls decided, to make sure that that did not happen again,  put her high up in a tree with a giraffe to protect her, to everyone's relief.

I am not sure what may be living or dying in the so called squirrel house. It is likely full of bones and not particularly welcoming. Flickers started to make a nest in our roof again, but the damned starlings gave them the boot and now are being the bosses of the world, as they do.

The hole up in the roof needs to be blocked off- Dennis is forbidden to climb tall ladders over concrete, due to blood thinners and gravity.  I am too inept to do that task, so OK, starlings , you creepy little rat birds, you can have it.   We will deal with it after your little delinquents have hatched and are flying.

One of my newly found college mates sent some photos of us spending days by the river when we were 18-19 years old. We did have a great time, there was beer involved I am sure. We were always together like one unit!

The harsh , constant , brassy  sunshine of Wyoming , out in it all day everyday, has done its worst. Pretty sure this thing on my cheek is a cancer and I must go have it dealt with. In order to do that I must make an appointment with my "care provider" doctor, she has retired and there is no one with any room for new patients or the time for the patients that they do have. I only need a referral to a skin guy- but have to go through a load of nonsense to get there.  If I wanted to pay out of pocket without insurance involved I could probably do that...I thought...but NO, you must have a referral- Got you by the short curlies this so-called "health care" system. 

Little wonder why this country is so cranky.

Here we are frying in the sun....no regrets, until now.

The medical shite up here is aggravating at best. As an example, Kim's renter who rents her cottage by Kim's house, went to the ER for lung issue and a mysterious swelling of arm and leg, Put on antibiotics and shifted to intensive care, unable to speak or walk or anything that resembles life- they are dealing with her lung infection but are mystified by the crazy swelling...Stabilized her lungs and shifted her to HDU. Yesterday, the discharge person told her "You can go home now, we will be discharging you with the IV left in so you can do your own medication." This  patient , semi comatose now,  lives in a tiny cottage with a bathroom across the garden, wood heat, rather primitive.  The girl can not even get up out of bed  now, let alone walk or speak.  REALLY? This hospital , Saint bloody Joe's, is one of the worst. Anyway , her doctor said, "no". She must stay for a bit longer, she is having some sort of surgical procedure this morning to try to figure out the swelling bit. 

Also this patent is young, and fit, a yoga instructor so the negligence of hospital staff is not ageism.  I am not sure what it is. 

So, stay well y'all. Don't get sick in Bellingham if you can help it.