Silver eye, bag hats and a BOOMPH

 

Remember silver eyed Mother of four plus one? She is still coming around with her babies every morning. The babies are huge now and will be bringing their youngins' around next season. Whenever that is. 

The mornings are frosty , the days are clear and cold and lovely! So much better than the dirty sock slop of rain and dark.  I am not sure if the raccoons get enough food...they are a little bit round.

From the deck at sunrise- the Canadian mountains are showing up, it is  like looking through the sweet shop window, you have no money and you are  starving... did you listen to Mark Carney's speech  in Davos?  Such welcomed sanity!  Canada just there but so far....

Today was uneventful  almost . I did get a parcel , ordered some lip gloss from BOOM and it came with  two gifts, A Tie bag and a tote, Both made of  soft pinwale corduroy, exquisite in their construction! WOW , that was a very nice bonus for just a couple tubes of lip gloss! 

They are so nice - shame not to wear them... they may make more useful  hats than bags. I dunno. what do you think? They look Hamnet--ish.

This is how they look fit for purpose- strong well made - beautiful colors that suit me to a T.

So, yeah, that rather made my day! 

And then there was a loud BOMPH. I thought nothing of it because  loud sounds are common . Usually coming from the building of neighbor's ADU. However their ADU is pretty much finished...a few minutes later Dennis stumbled out  of his room and asked for  his BP cuff . He lost consciousness on the toilet and toppled over , hitting his head hard - gashing the back of his head, enough to be  bloody. An inch long wound  on the back oh his head and a bright big egg on his forehead. 

His blood pressure was down to  middle  earth, his pulse - barely pulsing.  This is not the best.

"I know that I can not tell you what to do, but you might want to call your doctor..." 

Did he? Nope. But I think that he may be considering that option...possibly tomorrow or next week...or never.

Granted that he had not eaten since yesterday morning - he did eat a few fake sugar  candies , which causes stomach problems and explosive poos that can leave one light headed.  And he had been to the barber, "perhaps they got too close with the scissors.".. There is always a rational, right? 

I worry that he concussed- like a foot baller and will have to be put out to pasture for brain scramble. He has bonked his head severely quite a number of times recently. DANGIT. This is not a good trend. 

I could pack one of the bags with something protective- foam and tinfoil and have him wear that for more protection, think he would comply?  They are pretty cute, so , maybe?

Leaving you with a photo of the best old girl that ever lived- Potato. The lovely dog  shared with boyfriend long ago. She came up in conversation the other day, remembered  well and with love.  How she came up in conversation was that a friend texted me - he had seen her in the front of his house sniffing around and was astonished to see her again. He was dream walking.  Potato has been gone LONG time.  The photo made me weep, as only  beloved dead dogs can, you know?  Feeling fragile. My old Boyfriend lives across town and sent this photo of Potato just as i was thinking of her.  Dog works in mysterious ways. 

     Oh -before you go-  this, a page from a color -it -yourself calendar that I had  years ago, I kept a few of the months because they were so right on- this one certainly is. Travel from USA to anywhere will be impossible as  the government geniuses   have   made enemies out of the entire globe for effsake. In a  wobbly state of shock, here. All sorts of reasons.   Anyway, Stella and I  must think of other things to do - we will not be traveling our wild travels any more.            

Loving you and leaving you- off to eat some fake sugar chocolates since I am not quite miserable enough...