The groundhog saw his shadow today. Frankly, I didn’t need Punxsutawney Phil to tell me anything — the flamingos have been doing a pretty good job of letting us know what’s up around here, and it isn’t the temperature!
The Scout had his MRI last week and we’re still waiting for the results. (SuperDad has put a call in to the doctor.) Honestly, I’ll be surprised if it tells us anything at all. I have to keep reminding myself that he had a really horrid fall and it’s going to take more time to recover. It was encouraging last week to hear his teachers tell of seeing “more of him” lately, that more often now when he is in class he is managing to have that light on behind his eyes instead of a glazed-over look.
After a weekend of low stress and winter camping — where he felt relatively good and hardly needed extra rest time at all — he figured out that the anxiety over trying to accomplish all of his schoolwork is stressing his system. So on Monday when he went to school, The Scout met with his guidance counselor (the same one who helped us get the 504 Accommodation Plan set in place) and requested that he be allowed to drop two of his classes — Spanish 2 and Calculus. Bless her, she worked to make that happen. He has been able to attend school every day this week because he has some built-in “down time” where he can catch up on assignments or take a break in a quiet alcove or even take a nap in the nurse’s office.
Having my teenager engage in conversation with us is a blessing that I cannot take for granted. When the pain in his head (which he describes as “a hot iron pressing against my skull”) subsides enough to let him be his normal cheerful self, with a sense of humor and light in his eyes, I know how lucky we are.
My dad chose to retire far from family and is now in an Assisted Living home. I’m visiting him in Arizona this weekend, something I do twice a year. One of the things we do together is look at photos on my laptop computer. He gets to travel vicariously through my pictures and today you do, too.
The Seattle Space Needle reflected in a gazing ball outdoors in the Chihuly Glass Garden.
Back in August, SuperDad and I met up with son#3 in Seattle for a day of playing tourist. Visiting Chihuly Garden and Glass had been on my wishlist for a long time and I love the pictures I was able to take there.
reflections from Dale Chihuly’s basket phase
These beautiful glass sculptures are the artwork of Dale Chihuly. As such, I cannot use the photographs I have taken and sell them on cards at the farmers’ market.
This glass sculpture rests on a reflective surface and brings to mind a fountain from the sea.
Close-up of the “sea fountain” sculpture
I’ve got over 250 photographs from my time at Chihuly Garden and Glass. Not all of them are great, but I’ll attempt to do a better job of sharing the best of them with you. If I can’t sell them, at least I can share the beauty, right?
How do you decide what to share and what to keep to yourself? Are there any rules you wish you could break?
Monday was a summer day in August. My teenager was still on summer break, the day was hot, the sun was bright.
On Wednesday morning, I went to the dermatologist to ask about a spot (sort of a suspicious mole but not exactly). The doctor agreed it was worth checking out and numbed me up for a biopsy. I walked out with a dime-sized wound on my cheek well-covered by an appropriately sized bandage. [Awareness alert and example of white privilege: the bandage color is close to my skin tone so it blends in very well when I’m not using a flash.] I walked back in 90 minutes later to have the wound re-cauterized and bandaged again. It is best to not walk around with blood streaming down your cheek.
Hopefully this is simply the price paid for piece of mind.
I placed two bead orders this week — one to each of my favorite online bead stores that just so happen to be my favorite bead stores to visit as well. I received one package in the mail today and plan to pick up the other at the store tomorrow. [Side note: $80 worth of beads may fit in one hand.] I sold quite a few pairs of earrings at the farmers’ market today and need to replenish my stock, so the timing of all sales — stores with price reductions, stores to me, me to customers — worked out nicely. Now to actually sit down and create! I’ve had a bit of a dry spell but am feeling inspired tonight with new vision for my new beads and some positive feelings. Having a customer return to my booth today made me happy for both of us. She had purchased one pair of earrings last week after I told her why I make them. (The very short story is that I can’t wear most store-bought earrings. My skin is really sensitive to metals, but the earrings I make I am able to wear on a daily basis without any trouble.) She had the same experience I’ve had, being able to wear earrings again. She returned today to purchase 4 more pairs of earrings. I’m grateful for the sales, but most of all I was happy to make her happy.
On Thursday, September 1st, the clouds gathered, the wind blew, and the air cooled. It felt as though Mother Nature looked at her calendar and got busy. It rained a little overnight, and then today a storm snuck into town. The wind nearly blew several canopies away while setting up at the farmers’ market this afternoon, but the rain held off until we were taking them down again after 7pm. By the time we drove home, there were flashes of lighting. I feel a little cheated, like a kid whose summer is interrupted by fall. Nothing against fall — I love many things about fall — but I don’t feel like I had enough summer. Not camping might have something to do with that feeling.
Five is the number of Fridays this month — and that’s a good thing, right? (Confession: I edited and changed that last bit. I had previously written “– and that’s a good thing, eh?”) Five Fridays = five market days until the end of my vending season. I’ll miss the people and interactions, but it will be nice to have my Fridays free again.
Pokemon GO has invaded my world — or rather, my husband’s world. He took a walk before turning in for the night to drop off one of his Pokemon at the nearest “gym.” He’s having such a fun time. I’m trying to listen and smile.
Back on July 3rd, The Scoutfell out of a tree. He’d been climbing and a branch broke, plummeting him 23 feet to the ground below. He landed on his back. It hurt — a lot. He managed to walk home (collapsing from pain at least once) that evening and miraculously exhibited no damage on the CT scan.
The obvious signs of a concussion began showing up 24-36 hours later, despite not actually hitting his head. He spent the remainder of that week lying in a dark room and doing a lot of sleeping. The urgent care/ER doctor told him “activities as tolerated” so he began trying to do a few things. One step forward, half-step back…
It’s been 12 days since he fell and he’s still dealing with headaches, backache (obviously) and inability to do most activities. He has an appointment with a doctor this morning. I’m a bit worried about the upcoming week (end of the month) at Boy Scout camp with its faster-paced activity level and noise level.
After 5 Fridays in a row at the farmers’ market, I’m taking a “family day” break.
I keep telling myself that I’m going to bring the camera along when I run errands, but it just doesn’t seem to happen — my brain and a colander have a few things in common, for one thing, and relying upon a cane for unfamiliar or uneven ground doesn’t make it easy to just hop out of the car to take a photo — so you’ll just have to take my word for it that I’ve been seeing these signs as I drive down the road.
Meow spoken here (posted outside a compounding pharmacy)
Congratulations! You made it out of bed (signage in front of a drive-through coffee hut)
Depresso: that feeling when you run out of coffee (different coffee place)
Vote for Pedro (yet another coffee place — we have a lot of them, but that deserves its own blog post)
Exercise? I thought you said Mexi-fries! (taco place, obviously)
Today is the first day of our local weekly farmers’ market and I agreed to be a vendor again this year. I hope my ankle does not think this was a bad idea (set up, take-down, and 4 hours in the heat between those two events). Our resident teenager has one week of school remaining but must have all of his online coursework turned in by Sunday evening, so I suspect I will not be getting a chance to use the computer at my leisure.
Have a great weekend!
SuperDad and The Scout took the small camera with them on Monday evening when they went up to the mountain to see the Snow Moon rise.
Sunset glow from the parking lot
Cross-training workout for The Scout
Since I am not at all ready to hike or ski, all 5 of the above photos are courtesy of our two adventurers. I took a few pictures of the Snow Moon from our driveway but they are still on my camera and not as spectacular as the pictures found in that link.
I haven’t had much time with my personal computer lately.
I went back to work at the start of the month. I figured that if my daughter-in-law could do it after having a baby, then I could do it after having surgery — obviously with recovery time for each of us. Although I technically only work two days a week, there are two additional days when I go to physical therapy. PT is hard work so the remainder of those days are reserved for R I C E: rest, ice, and elevation (I’m past the compression phase).
Before I returned to work in the office, I was working some from home — usually with my foot elevated and my head propped up on a few pillows. Those were mornings when I could laze in bed with my second cup of coffee. The first cup was often waiting for me to wake up while my husband was reading headlines, checking the weather report up on the mountain and generally hogging my computer until I reminded him that it was time for breakfast. He’d leave to prepare the meal and I’d check in with e-mail.
The Scout, our resident teenager, is taking his Spanish 1 course online, in addition to a full load of classes at the high school. There really wasn’t another option for him because he desired to continue with band — and I am 100% behind anyone taking music and other fine arts courses) — plus he is in special Bio-Medical courses only offered at our school, which he is taking in addition to his regular science courses. For example, this year he is taking Bio-Solutions plus AP Biology, along with AP World History, preCalculus for maths [maths for my friends outside the USA, who use that fabulous word], Wind Ensemble, and an English/Language Arts class..
At the start of the school year, The Scout was also taking an online PE course. Yes, online physical education classes are legitimate; in fact, they are much more challenging than a regular PE class because there is so much documentation and “paperwork” (computer work?) to be submitted. However, this occurred at the same time as the cross-country running season and even though he was taking the online course as a student athlete (didn’t have to use and report in with a heart rate monitor), it was all too much to do. When he fell behind in both Spanish and PE, he absolutely could not drop the Spanish while the PE could be made up next semester as a zero-hour course (before school) — so he dropped PE. We’re trying to figure out his schedule for next year now. His advisor met with us on Wednesday afternoon, but the plan she came up with will need administrative approval. I hope it goes through, because it is so much better than taking foreign language online.
He’s been pretty tired at the end of the day because although the cross-country running season is officially over, the team encourages training all year long, with winter running club (before and/or after school) and participation in the track season as well. Some days he gets up extra early and does a zero-hour workout, either going to the local YMCA to swim or to the school. He’s almost always gone before I wake up. Can you tell he’s my fourth child? But he’s definitely not spoiled because he doesn’t have a computer smart enough (or with appropriate technology) to do his audio assignments, which is why he’s often borrowing mine to work on his Spanish.
So while I haven’t had much time with my personal computer lately, I can’t complain about the reasons. I did want you to know that you are not forgotten. You should probably also know that I cannot seem to log in to my Feedly account. I don’t know what happened or how it happened. Does Feedly still even work? I don’t know.
Time to sign off — the teenager is home from school and ready to start his homework.