<--does this do anything for any of you?
<--Is it a link?
<--It's supposed to be, but heck only knows if it works. When I try to check it, my computer knows how to get there. Inconclusive experiment.
More importantly, eating well. Oops, ha ha. Another possible tautology. I suppose a jet setter (am I showing my age) could consider all foods as being slow and still eat close.
Wouldn't mind for a minute if someone wanted to comment or something. I don't mind talking to myself most times, but when I go to take a breath, it's OK when someone gets a word in edwises.
Bleating truths to myself is kind of a hobby. I rarely listen to myself, partial truth be told. It's like taking to yourself. Half way to being understood before you open your mouth.
Mom's in the hospital and this time around is more serious than the normal hospital routine. This time Mom has C. diff...that is to say, Mom has been on so many antibiotics that all the good guys have been killed off, so Clostridium Difficile gets the chance to rule the digestive system.
It's not a pretty thing. Another name for this particular infection is Antibiotic-Associated Colitis. Colitis, our old friend that hits that very l-a-s-t process of the digestive system. Nasty!
Here's the thing--the only way to kill C. difficile spore is with bleach. Yup! When you read the alcohol based hand sanitizer label or the vinegar based disinfectant label that say they clean 99.9% of the time, C. difficile belongs to that spare .01%.
So, two days ago I went into Mom's apartment with a gallon of bleach, a six-pack of paper towels, and waged war. I'm please to announce that after only 10 hours of battle, I have started a list.
This is the short list of casualties. There will be more collateral damage, but it will all be worth my aching back.
I've been meaning to celebrate Terry's DUN! projects for a while. Here is his B17, his B24, and his Warthog
This is the big one. Old Ironsides. These photos were taken on August 29th.
Ta da! DUN!
Never saw ducks before with Little Richard hairstyles. Aren't the figures made from railroad spikes just the cutest things? So expressive. The pumpkin launcher was fun. I thought they were using rare, white pumpkins before I figured out they must be painted. The man kind enough to let me take a photo of is an artist named Georgie Lehoop. He paints with his drumsticks. The woman in the background is a customer who wasn't looking for a painting to match her couch. That is kind of an inside joke.
i'm still learning from it. An easy thing I'll be speculating on is why I thought I'd eat closer, yet gathered up a bunch of stuff in packets. As in cheap, easy, gluten free but not necessarily as real as the baggie of dates Jen brought.
I'm skipping over the first part of your journey. When we got to our room with a view, the first thing Jen did was set up a little housekeeping.
Yup, we got rained upon. Why not? Weather is what it is, a definitive now, if you will. All predictions, good or bad, are still combinations of science and intuition. You'll see the first two pair of socks that needed drying. I used the second two pairs to absorb water from my shoes. So glad that I packed six pairs, because by the time I'd run through these in the name of wet weather, I still had two more pair--one to wear and one to hoard. Should I ever plan another expedition, sleeping socks are on the list.
Jen reminded me that "hiking your own hike" is part of the philosophy of walking. That's not hard to accept for me, after a Captain Obvious kind of way. Our life's journey is ours exclusively. The thing that makes it deeper than obvious is recognizing our journey's significance lies in its uniqueness. This uniqueness should be celebrated, but more often than not it is belittled if not out and out berated.
Jen, here, turned back on the path to point out to me the ferns were dun colored. Doncha love it? She's beyond dun and I'm just getting there. The ferns are done, but they aren't done because we'll see them again next year.
Thought I'd start out with what I thought I needed for an in and out excursion.
OK! Close your eyes real quick and write down what you remember. Did anyone write down the Barbie Toothbrush with cover? I will admit that I threw Sherman in almost as a want, but I do use him as a scale model. I bought the Gatorade bottle at the Dollar Tree, but made Terry drink the nasty stuff. Chose Gatorade because of the wider mouth, and that was a good choice.
This is the same stuff, but with most of the excess packaging removed. There are things not shown in this photograph because I hadn't gathered them yet, like the roll of toilet paper, the package of 6 pairs of socks and the orange rain poncho that I wore a while back.
Here you go. Packed up. This is what I thought I needed as of Friday night before I went to bed. Oh! Just remembered, I took the paperback on the table, too. It wasn't packed because I read it before I went to sleep Friday night.
If you don't dream they can't come true