The Bright Side?

There was a song I was thinking of about my latest experiences, but I cannot recall what it was! I’ll just hum that great tune from Monty Python’s Holy Grail, ‘Look on the Bright Side of Life’.

Today is Monday. I hope to get this posted today, but as Mondays go..well, it is one of those Mondays!! Although, to be fair, it probably started on Sunday. I was sorting photos using the storage drive I’d purchased (my passport, nifty little doodad!). I have taken a lot of photos of home the last years and was hoping to get them all organised. (a friend asked what was so important about them? I guess for some, photos from ages past aren’t that big of a deal, but for me, they show milestones and experiences I’d like to remember. And learn from, if necessary!)At any rate, I could not find images from 2014 anywhere, except on a camera chip. I knew I’d sorted them previously, because I had found a record of those pictures. But, after looking, I determined it would be necessary to copy and paste them from the camera chip and sort them again. After sorting almost a month of Alaskan pictures before mom was so ill, I realised I needed to find some photos of Mom’s. She’d taken photos during the same excursions and it is always interesting to see another’s point of view. While looking for mom’s pictures, I found my sorted photos. So, yeah, copied and pasted the sorted ones (that also had mom’s) and deleted the ones I had been working on from the ones on the chip. 

Then, it was Monday!!! I managed to almost burn a fried egg for breakfast (which was nasty even at almost! ewwwww!), drove for the first time longer than a few blocks and was a nervous wreck. Got to my dentist appointment and discovered it was not a cleaning, like I’d thought, but an appointment that had been rescheduled twice for a sore tooth. I didn’t know I had a sore tooth!!! So, the doctor smoothed down a sharp filling, which was really nice. Now, it doesn’t catch on my tongue! Had a super low glucose, that went super high after treating it in a parking lot. Couldn’t find what I wanted at Walmart, ended up at Safeway and eventually got back to the house. Little Bear came home from work and told me a large shipping containment finally arrived after several months and is slated to be sorted on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Except, Wed he was going to drive me to my appointment in Wenatchee!! 

One of the blogs I follow suggested paying attention to the magic in the mundane. I used to pray and focus my thoughts on the person who belonged to the socks I was folding or who had used the dishes I was washing or on the person I was addressing an envelope or an email to. Making meals with love instead of with ‘because it needs to be done.’ Can I turn Monday around with that point of view? Let me do and not just try!

 Off to finish laundry and dinner and perhaps I’ll get this posted before it is ‘old’! Although, quite honestly, the bright side should never be old! (all photos from 2014

Heavens to Betsy! (and where did that phrase come from???) I managed to leave a tissue in a pocket, which put bits all over that particular load of laundry. Then, at dinner I found out that Mittens had cornered a mouse, but Little Bear didn’t know that and let it go (The Craftsman had noticed it after his first alarm went off, sort of helped her, and then went back to bed.). They didn’t tell me cuz they didn’t want me to ‘freak out’. I then emptied out drawers I keep bread in and covered bins of bagged flour, bagged sugar, and chocolate. Because I don’t mind mice in movies or books or outside, but I do NOT like them in the house. (Note, now Little Bear has messy basement bunnies, their spilled food is a draw, too.) And my glucose keeps dropping and I’ve already eaten what I thought was a lot of carbs! Piffle!!! (but it is all sort of funny, cuz Little Bear wanted to bring me a glass of diet pepsi instead of milk to raise my glucose. He did bring me milk.) Definitely a Monday!!  (And I really really wish I could figure out how to smallerize photos on Chrome!)

The Eyes Have It

My eye is slowly seeing clearer. It is crazy how important one part of a body is. I am constantly running into things like a slow pinball in play (have you ever played pinball and managed to start one that ends up moving slowly. Frustrating!!!) or missing what I am trying to grasp or move. I’ve only driven once. It wasn’t bad, but no one seems to want to let me drive more than a few blocks. The last appointment scheduled has been changed twice. Thankfully, Little Bear will take me on that journey. He’s looking forward to a long road trip (to be honest, he’s a GREAT road trip person. He often stops for photos and enjoys seeing new territory. The Craftsman likes road trips, but he just drives to a destination.). 

Little Bear has 3 weeks off this year and a passel of days that carried over from 2020. So, he has quite a few to use up before his ‘year’ ends in mid October. Because his job site has an odd wind tunnel and lights that are on all night, he finds unusual critters. Lately, he’s been bringing home moths. Often they are dead and dehydrated, but one was alive and spreading eggs as it was trying to find a place to deposit them. They have all been some of Oregon’s largest moths. The first one is a Pandora Pine moth and is actually a pest. The caterpillar eats pine needles and denudes trees. (although, it isn’t a pest that is deserving of being destroyed) The other is a Western Poplar Sphinx Moth. It is considered a fast moth when flying, like a hawk. Which is another name for the moths in this category. The last moth Little Bear brought home is a giant silk moth called Polyphemus. They are named after the most important cyclops in Homer’s Odyssey. Polyphemus lives on through many other stories of mythology, but I like his name was given to this moth with giant eyes. It is the large moth in the further down photos, it has blue and yellow spots or ‘eyes’ on the lower wings.

So, at the moment, the moth in the house is terribly tattered. They don’t live long as adults, they don’t eat, and they basically emerge to breed and die..and look beautiful! Oddly, they have a mating curfew!! Apparently, the females release their pheromones for a few hours in the dead of night. Other giant silkworm moths mate at different  times, thus keeping the species from crossing. (Scientists study the oddest things!) She has laid about 11 eggs, so far. Now, I need to see if I can find something to keep the tiny first stage in and find a constant, consistent food source the caterpillars will eat (probably willow or apple or maple that haven’t been sprayed with pesticides). Was also looking at making housing, the small container I have won’t hold that many caterpillars as they grow. Even if only 5 survive, it might get terribly crowded! This brood will overwinter in their cocoons, so after 9 weeks or more, I’ll put them somewhere safe and cool and let them do their thing in peace. I will need to visit them every so often to mist them, so they don’t dry out. Then, in May to July we will see if we can witness any emerging. 

Thankfully, these particular large moths are fairly common in North America and many people have raised and blogged their experiences. So, I should do ok with this latest project. Unlike the time when Strider brought home a mating pair of Ceanothus Silkmoths when he was about 9. The male flew off after copulation, the female was tattered and torn and ended up laying a million eggs that hatched into itty bitty instars before she expired. The majority of the tiny critters died and eventually there was only a single cocoon made. I moved it outside because the caterpillars creeped me out and the protected pupa ended up eaten. (silkmoth cocoons hold delicacies for woodpeckers and squirrel and mice

I prefer when birds eat suet or seeds. Like this adorable goldfinch on the sunflower right outside the kitchen window. A bit of a snack and it’s gone! 

A Month of Madness and Sad

My last post and the last time emails were checked was about a month ago. So, let me share what has happened in these weeks. It is VERY long, with two main topics!!!! 

June 18 was the day set for my second covid vaccination. I noticed a shadow in my left eye, but managed to get errands done, visit the library, and get that shot. When out in the garden, it was almost impossible to do anything. My vision was incredibly screwy (and even now, it isn’t easy to type or see the screen!) and since I couldn’t see which were weeds or which might be plants, I opted to ditch the garden and move back inside. It has been incredibly hot (the news has likely mentioned the PNW heat wave and even the squirrels have been leaving the trees to spread out on the ground!), Little Bear had to move all the adult rabbits to the basement in this house (grandma’s was a bit too far away to keep hauling bunnies to) and the critters have not yet moved back to their yard cages, and my eye kept getting worse. I called my eye clinic on Monday, June 21, but wasn’t really wanting to. I’ve been at that clinic twice this year and didn’t want to go in for yet another ‘not problem’. However, a physician called me back (after hearing the symptoms via the receptionist) and suggested I wasn’t ‘taking this problem seriously enough.’ I needed to get in ASAP that Monday. Frustrated, I updated The Craftsman, and he took the afternoon off because Little Bear couldn’t take me in til after 330, when his own work day was finished. 

Well, it was more serious than I’d ever anticipated and The Craftsman ended up taking 2 more days off. Monday, the doctor (and another, who was brought in for verification) diagnosed me with a torn retina and Tuesday we were on our way to the nearest surgical eye facility in a place called Wenatchee, WA. Close to 180 miles away!!!! To be fair, I had no idea what this was going to entail and was certain sure we’d be on our way back to the house after my appointment and some kind of fast surgery. Nope. the doctor looked at me (after a bazillion eye tests and photos) and checked both eyes and had me wait til he saw me again and scheduled me for surgery by 530 that evening! I don’t recall much after that. We did stay the night in some hotel, I had a dickens of a time taking my shots (still do!), it was highly uncomfortable, I recommend taking adequate supplies for overnight stays when visiting with a far off doctor for a surgery. (Taking care of mom taught me this was a good idea, but I forgot jammies!) The discomfort lasted quite a while, wearing an eye guard to sleep and staying on my tummy most of 24 hours for 2 weeks was incredibly  boring. I’m not supposed to bend over, lift, and need to be incredibly careful with washing. The last shower I took, I must have gotten soap or something in my eye. It was goopy for several days!  The follow up visits are in Wenatchee and we’ve had to find persons to take me, cooking has been impossible (the guys have helped me by putting things in the oven!), and many of my regular chores I just cannot do (hand eye coordination is abysmal and technology screens cause discomfort). I’ve not been outside except to go to appointments or in the evenings, it is just too blasted bright! (Even with the giant sunglasses I was given.) The whole procedure was interesting, and I’ll read up more on it after I can focus on a screen better. I do have a gas bubble inside my eye and it appears that eye had a cataract forming that will now need taken care of before Christmas. 

We didn’t do much celebrating for the Fourth of July. It was super hot and it was too difficult to ‘look up’ at the pretty colors illegally erupting all over town. Then, the evening of July 5, the saddest thing happened. Our beloved Moses Mc Connekitty of the 24 toes, crossed over the rainbow bridge. He’d been sick, losing weight, and we’d have taken him in to be put down peacefully, except he was still eating and being his bully self until Saturday of the holiday weekend. Moses was a part of our family for 17 years and there is a definite blank spot in our lives without him. Mittens, however, doesn’t mind being an only cat. In the last few days, she’s become a living room lap cat, she comes in the bedrooms and sleeps on the beds, and in general, goes where Moses wouldn’t let her!!! 

Hoping the next weeks are less hot/sad/bothersome!!!