Second Verse, Same as the First

1 Mar

After dithering around for several years, I finally had the cataract removed from my right eye today.

They always tell you not to eat or drink before the surgery, but I did take a small dose of my anti-convulsant. I have restless leg syndrome, and when I had the left eye done the anesthesiologist had a hard time keeping me still. You don’t want to be dancing all over the operating table during any surgery, but especially not when they are working on your eyes, so this time I took a half a pill before I left the house..

From what I gather, it was a jolly good thing, because they told The Squire they had to give me extra “juice” anyway. When the doctor came in to give me a pre-op pep talk, I was so sleepy I didn’t respond. I do remember him opening my “good” eye and saying “peek=a=boo”, but not much else. A faint recollection of something round above my eye, and I complained later about the rock band they had in the OR; that turned out to be some sort of machine, which they agreed was very loud.

The Squire collected me after the surgery, brought me home and fed me and then helped me up to bed, where I slept for several hours. After supper and eyedrops, I tried to work on a jigsaw puzzle while he went to the market, but between my vison and the cat deciding I needed help, that didn’t pan out too well.

Definitely Spring

28 Feb

There was a mosquito in the den this morning. Emphasis on WAS.

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I smacked that little sucker HARD.

Honestly, with as much standing water as we have around here, ‘skeeters are a constant problem, but I certainly didn’t expect to see them when there are still patches of snow on the ground!

I wonder if humans need heart worms medicine?

It Must Be Spring . . .

26 Feb

. . . we have ants.

I think the wimpiest ants in the world live here. Unless it is warm and sunny they come inside. If it is raining, they want to be dry. If it is cold, they want to be warm. Not that you can really blame them, I guess, but I though wild animals are supposed to tolerate weather.

And these little creatures only show up in the bathroom. I’m not complaining, just mentioning that they almost never invade the kitchen. What is it about Bon Ami they find so alluring? They race endlessly around the edge of the wash bowl, going nowhere in a big hurry. From time to time one of them will climb the alps of Mt. Faucet, but for the most part, they stay on the counter.

Can Somebody Explain What This Means?

22 Feb

I know it’s a bit fuzzy, but it is a sticker on a car window at the riots on January 6th.

Two different flags, representing two different nations, bitter enemies, but occupying the same continent. I’m sure both side believed God was on their side, but they were not ever, and because one of them not longer exists, except in the fevered memories of their descendants, “One Nation“, under the any conceivable definition. Who are thee people?

Suddenly Winter

13 Feb

We’d managed to sail through most of the season without too much trouble, but we woke up on Thursday to this. We’d had a couple of false starts, big build-ups, and then nothing to really mention. However, this snow acted as if it meant business. It was still snowing fairly hard when I took this shot, and continued until nearly noon. We are looking from the corner of the house across the yard to toward the drive. Fortunately, I’d filled the feeders the night before, so I didn’t have to slog out there and freeze my “widdle finners”. Or my feet, as this was deeper than my boots!

Even this snow didn’t stick to the roads or walks very well. However, it was enough to bring out what we call The Vultures – hoards of blackbirds, grackles, starlings, and redwings – all eager to demolish the feeders. They will swirl in out of nowhere, light in the trees, and then drop in waves, almost as if it is raining. And then you get this: I call it The Chow Line This was taken through the den window, so it’s a bit blurry. And still snowing.

A Rare Visitor

31 Jan
Yellow-Headed Blackbird

The forecast for today and tomorrow – and possibly Tuesday – is for snow, possibly as much as a foot. I filled the feeders this morning before I took my shower; by the time we got home from church is was snowing pretty hard, and The Squire refilled them. We sat in the den watching the birds.

Suddenly, this bird, which neither of us had ever seen before, sailed in and began eating. The Squire took several quick photos with his phone and we searched the Birds of Maryland site, but we couldn’t identify it, so he sent off a snap to the Maryland Ornithological Society. We were really surprised to get an answer almost immediately.

This is a yellow-headed Blackbird, and it is native to the Midwest. If you draw a line from the lower right corner of Michigan to the lower right corner of New Mexico, you have a fairly good idea of the little fellow’s Easternmost range. What he was doing this far east is anybody’s guess. These birds are also common in British Columbia, Alberta, and Saskatchewan, so at least he’s used to the snow.

It’s not the world’s sharpest picture, but it was taken with a cell phone, through three panes of glass, and we were fortunate to get it before he flew away.

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Times That Try Men’s Souls

29 Jan

The German Lutheran Cake Rack

26 Jan

Every cook owns cooling racks, and most of them resemble the one on the left. I inherited the one of the right from my mother, and she probably got it from her mother. Staunch German Lutherans, both of them.

This is a cake rack for the ages. It will not bend or sag under the heaviest burdens. It will stand up to angel food or devil’s food with equal aplomb. It will not falter, or fail, by gum.

“Here I stand. “

The Box

15 Jan

When I took Blazer for his last to the vet the woman who was filling out the paperwork asked me what sort of container we wanted for the ashes.

I told her we were going to bury the puppy beside the pond, next to Pepper and Brinks, so the plain red plastic box would be fine.

We stopped Monday night to collect him, and because of Covid, we weren’t allowed inside the building. The tech first asked me to read off the numbers from the charge card, and then said she’d come out and get it “because it’s impossible to read those numbers in the dark.”

When she came back out with the card, the receipt and a heavy gift bag I glanced quickly at the paperwork and nearly dropped the bag – and my teeth. Slightly over $300! Well, when we lost Brinks, the cremation alone was $100, and that was back in ’99, so I guess it made sense – and there wasn’t anything to do about it at any rate. Brinks died a natural death, and there surely was a charge for the Doggy Demerol and meds to help Blazer cross the Rainbow Bridge.

Tuesday morning I lifted the box out of the bag and gasped! I have the distinct feeling a large part of that three hundred bucks was the cost of the casket, and we certainly aren’t going to bury this beside the pond! The question, of course, is what are we going to do with it?

Maybe They Need a Woman in Charge

15 Jan

Isn’t it weird that people who live paycheck to paycheck are supposed to have months worth of savings for emergencies, while billion dollar companies are so poorly managed that they are on the brink of bankruptcy after a week of reduced profits?