We seem to have dodged the worst of things as far as Joaquin goes, but we are still very concerned about the high winds. We’ve had rain off and on for the past week, and with the ground so saturated, we are very worried that a strong wind from the east could bring some of the trees from the other side of the steam onto the house.
I have our meds in my purse, the wedding pictures and sterling in the van, and The Squire has dragged a suitcase out of the attic. I’m not sure where we’re going to go, of course. Local son-in-law is adamant that he will not have Blazer in the house, and the vet is booked solid. We are certainly not going to leave the animals behind to drown, or worse, so we shall just have to see how things go.
This morning I went outside while The Squire was at PT and collected all the bird feeders and hanging baskets. We have a large plastic swan, tackier than a lawn flamingo, we float in the pond to keep the herons from eating the fish. (Swans are lovely, but one of God’s most vile tempered creations. A classic case of beauty being only skin deep.) The rain had flooded poor Gertie, and I was trying to fish her out of the water with the rake. I thought I had her close enough to the side of the pond to be able to reach her, but didn’t. I lost my balance and nearly fell into the water, which would not have gone over at all well, to put it mildly. At any rate, she is now on the front porch, along with all the other stuff. The Squire cleared the patio, and got the “floatables” up off the ground – trash cans, recycle bins, etc. His cell phone is charged, batteries in the flash lights, oil in all of the lamps, sails furled, and hatches battened down. We’re as ready as we’re going to get.
We went up this afternoon and did the wash, and I got my hair cut. It needed to be cut before the surgery, and now it was getting tangled in my surgical collar, and just a nuisance. I got a pixie cut, which will keep things under control for a while.
I am feeling much, much better, in ways I didn’t expect. When the surgeon called Monday night, he told The Squire that in addition to the bad disc in my neck, there was also a bone spur pressing on the spinal cord, and they had taken care of that, while they were at it. I am no longer snoring, and I haven’t had any of the lower back pain or other problems that have plagued me for years. I don’t think I have the restless leg syndrome that I’ve had for over thirty years, but I have been taking a sedative for that for so long that the one night I tried going without it, I couldn’t sleep. I need to get professional advice about backing down on that medication. A lot of times it goes away for a few days after I’ve had a general anaesthetic, so we’ll just keep on keeping on until I can get up to see the doctor.
So for now, it is just a matter of keeping an eye on the winds. Watch and pray.
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