Mr. Moon and I are trying to figure out how to get the teens to sleep in the big hen house so that we can let the youngest chicks out into the coop. I know- this requires more explanation but it's probably not very interesting to anyone besides us but instead of putting them in the little shelter in the coop where they have been sleeping while they were sequestered there, we moved them last night to a nest box in the hen house. They were sleeping on the edge of the shelter box and we were able to pick them up, two or three at a time, to move them. They complained and fluttered a little bit but we held them to us and shushed them gently and they didn't fight the process. I wonder what they thought when they woke up this morning?
This may take awhile.We've never had two different age groups of babies to transition as far as I can remember so we're just trying to figure it all out on the fly.
It's been another day in a long, long stretch of days in Lloyd. I walked again. I have already walked thirteen miles this week but I do not plan to walk tomorrow. I am going into town for supplies and want to get it done early-ish.
We did have a rather major event today in that we had a Zoom meeting with Mr. Moon's doctor from Mayo and that went fine. It was just as we expected- none of the routes they explored towards a diagnosis showed anything. So. As Mr. Moon said, "I have stumped Mayo!"
He is not proud of that. We had hoped with all of our hearts that a diagnosis which could lead to treatment might be found.
The charming Dr. Oskarsson did emphasize that my husband is otherwise very strong and healthy which will help him greatly in the long run.
Mr. Moon, being the realist that he is, took in this news and decided to go fishing.
I am so fucking proud of that man. Dr. Oskarsson has no idea how strong he is. But I do.
Let's have some pictures, shall we?
Here's something that was on the sidewalk this morning.
I assume that a nearby church may have been doing some clearing out and that this escaped the trash. Or maybe not. Who knows? In other times I might have at least picked up the figures that were left and brought them home. These days, we don't dare touch a darn thing that we don't have to.
Here's a pretty Cherokee Bean blooming outside the fence of the ranch I pass.
The purple salvias are starting to bloom in my yard. I wonder who planted them? I only know that I did not.
Here's what the mustard green blooms looks like.
And finally, the confederate jasmine which is, as we speak, filling my nose and soul.
There are thousands of the small blossoms on the southernmost fence in the yard and there is a stretch of fence at least twice as long to the east which is just starting to bloom. Soon the scent will be overpowering. It will be so strong that I will curse myself for ever planting it to begin with.
Okay. Honestly- I already do.
I'd say something about Earth Day but I don't have it in me tonight. I guess I can say that I'm glad I live here. On earth. Even though we humans have just about trashed it like we'd trash a bar on a Saturday night thinking that hell, someone's going to be paid to clean it up on Sunday morning.
Wish me luck tomorrow as I go out into the world to mingle with the many.
Perhaps you'll be surprised by the relative bareness of population, though that would be best case. I do recall you have mentioned families with children in tow and other scenes of congestion. So, good luck in the world of many tomorrow.ReplyDelete
It wasn't so bad but it wasn't great, either. People really have no idea what six feet means.Delete
I will think of you venturing out into the world to shop tomorrow. Yikes. I will need to go on Friday..... not really wanting to, but it's time...plus a good friend decided we should meet in the store parking lot and have a good visit outside at distance, so I am much looking forward to that! Your salvia is beautiful....... I applaud you for your long walks- I am sluggish and not as disciplined as you........ie I have been more slothful than I care to admit. Doesn't make me proud....but it's how I've been feelingReplyDelete
A big hug to you and Mr Moon. Sorry he didn't get a definitive diagnosis...yes, he has stumped the experts, got to hand it to him. ;-)
A parking lot visit sounds good! I hope you enjoy it.Delete
We all deal with this situation differently. I am glad that for some reason I am able to make myself walk. It does really help me.
At the very first meeting we had with this doctor he told us that 33% of the cases like the one my husband has will end up being "idiopathic". In other words- they don't know. So we weren't too surprised.
Good luck as you mingle with the masses. It's starting to feel unreal. I have to remind myself that germs lurk everywhere.ReplyDelete
I had to keep reminding myself of that too. That was really the hardest part.Delete
Mustard blossom is a wonderful color. Brilliant.ReplyDelete
Sorry Mr Moon didn't get an answer. However, an honest doctor will admit when he doesn't know.
This doctor didn't have much choice. He pretty much had to admit that he didn't know. I think he was truly sorry about that too.Delete
Isn't that mustard a sweet color?
Such a mystery is your big strong man. May he continue to be well in spite of it. Sending love.ReplyDelete
Thank you, darling. And yes, even in other ways, this man can still be a mystery to me. And his strengths continue to amaze me.Delete
Sending hugs to you and Mr. Moon. You are both strong. Have a sweet night. What is the title of the book Keith Richards wrote about his relationship with his grandfather?ReplyDelete
"Gus and Me".Delete
It's a lovely little book.
I wish you would get a diagnosis. The known is always easier to grapple with. Beautiful garden. Be safe, my friend. xoxoxoReplyDelete
I suppose it's better not to have a diagnosis than to have a dire one. So there is that?Delete
I brought some of the jasmine that grows by my mailbox into my room here. The scent is beautiful. Give me a magnolia blossom and I'll really be happy.ReplyDelete
Magnolia is my favorite. Well, that and tea olive. And it's funny because the magnolia is one of the biggest blossoms and the tea olive is so tiny. They are both intoxicating though. The confederate jasmine can be way too overpowering if there's too much of it which is the case in my yard.Delete
Hi honey. I thought of you first thing this morning going out. Yesterday I ordered two personal sized watermelons through instacart and was brought two giant watermelons. ♥️ReplyDelete
Oh no! And it's not like you can freeze watermelon, can you? Or maybe you can. Hell, I don't know. But you sure can't bake with the extra. Ha!Delete
I think that salvia is called indigo spires. do the bloom stalks get pretty tall? I had some at the city house. I went out for the first time in a week and a half. went to visit my daughter and to get new work gloves since I've destroyed the two pair we had while working on the fence. Sorry to hear that Mayo hasn't figured out what ails Mr. Moon.ReplyDelete
They don't get too tall but then again, they don't get nearly enough sun, either. I need new work gloves too but probably not nearly as much as you did!Delete
Well, that is disappointing to not get a diagnosis. I am sorry about that.ReplyDelete
It's the way it is. Maybe one day they'll figure it out.Delete
How frustrating about the diagnosis. And yet, I suppose you could see it as a good thing -- at least Mr Moon's medical issues are NOT so many other things. Love the flower photos. I miss seeing the Cherokee bean, which I remember from my years in Florida. (I think we called it coral bean? Is that the same thing?)ReplyDelete
And that is the truth because these same symptoms can come from some really horrible diseases but the progression in this has been quite slow. So you are right.Delete
I think that may be another name for it, Steve. It's a pretty thing, isn't it?