Watch Out for That Banana Peel!

Wow! Things can change very quickly. A fall can turn a mere backache into something much worse, and turn the level of pain - on a scale of one to ten - from a three or four to an eleven. This is what happened at our house last weekend while I was away for a workshop in Nashville. No, it wasn't a banana peel. A leg 'just gave way.' I left an ailing but okay husband and came home to an invalid. The enhanced second round of doctor visits began today, and I also filled out paperwork and came home with a little item which may make life easier before the healing is complete.

We lived in a one floor ranch house with a basement for many years. A few years ago I bought a tri-level. Oh rats! Why did I not foresee that future health problems could make steps a difficult proposition? Oh well, life is good anyway. The next doctor visit (to a pain clinic) should ease the pain a bit, and successive visits and treatments should continue the pain relief. Here's hoping, and praying, and wishing, and expecting the best outcome. I've always been a Pollyanna, much more optimist than pessimist. (And did you notice the four leafed clover I found on my way out to the garage to get the permit?) Things will be fine. Some would say that's easy for me to say since I'm not the one in pain. Not really. Anyone who has ever cared for an ailing man would likely agree that if he had no pain it would be much better.

A Matter of Perspective

Everything in life is a matter of perspective. Something that seems like one thing to one person may seem totally opposite to another. Some people consider my delight in four leaf clovers to be superstitious. Au contraire, I say. I don't consider them to mean 'good luck' per se, but as rather an affirmation from above that I am on the right track.

These are the first four leaf clovers I've found this year. Generally I find several each day in the spring and early summer and then very few in mid to late summer and none in the fall. I was delighted to find these three yesterday in the backyard. They symbolize to me that all is well, and affirm that my life is unfolding as it should.

Same orange still life, different views, different patterns of light and shadow.

Another still life:

Peace, tranquility, a happy day in the park.

Just a Happy Day in the park? Look a little closer.

Sandy and I went to Cave Hill Cemetery today to enjoy the foliage and scenery and to take photos. Pappy and Jace tagged along. It was a beautiful day, and Cave Hill is lovely this time of year.

Magic Broom -> Non-Magic Broom

A few days ago many people on Facebook were posting photos of brooms standing on end.

The story was that the phenomenon either had something to do with gravitational pull or the vernal equinox, or the alignment of planets, or all three. I tried it with two brooms. The small one managed to stand up (see above photo.) The larger one never did. I thought it was all hokum pokum. Didn't believe all the equinox, gravity, aligned planets stuff. Set about to prove it the next day.

But couldn't. My broom would not stand on end again, no matter how much this non-believer tried. I pressed and squished and attempted every thing I could to make it balance again. Results below:

I took a photo of the bottom edge of the straw broom. It's not flat. I was unable to squish it flat.

Oh well, Jace prefers the vacuum anyway.