Friday

 

Yes, Friday always follows Thursday which follows Wednesday.  It a pattern just like Mandalas. Zinnas flowers also having patterns with Sunflowers also in this group.   

The straw flowers improve with age.  So does wine.  Some other things don't like milk after the due date.  Right Kimmy?  I have nothing to say about a lot of birthdays.  I would like to think the jury is out. 

I was on the road to IU North Schwarz Cancer Center for an early morning blood draw poke. This time with a butterfly needle.  Not one of those honker needles of yesterday. That means the results could be to me by noon with a phone call from Julie, Dr. Schneiders nurse.  

                                Another beautiful cosmos.  One of those late bloomers. 

I gifted the three ladies at the check-in desk at Schwarz who I have known since 2021. They are a wonderful threesome greeting and taking care of cancer patients before their appointments.  And the gift this morning was tomatoes and peppers from the garden. Flowers are not so easily received in this part of the hospital.  Then it was off to get another poke to prove one way or another facts about starting medicine again.  

  This Morning Glory had its picture taken tonight.  I would say it's past it's due date.  I'll take it anyway.                                                                                 It's not milk.

And before I left Schwarz, another dear North UMC friend of long, long ago was leaving the building.  Virginia has been a long-time cancer patient now in her 90's with the news that caner is no longer with her.  After regular medicines failed, she accepted medical trial treatments.  How sweet to start the day with that news from her and the memories she brings. 

So on to home with the thought that the rest of the day was mine to choose.  The sewing machine captured me again with sewing another 30 burps. Then trimming, turning, pressing and then sewing again.  The rest of the morning was checking what could be done in the garden.  One thing not on the list zinnias.  They need no messing with.  The flower color gets even better as the cool nights and days are here.  A few were affected by the drought, but most pulled themselves through.  Zinnias are well known to do that.                                

                                                               A bunch of hardy zinnias.

Yesterday's screen of zinnias was moved out again for more drying by Mr. Sun.  They bring such joy when I see the colors and know that once again next year, I'll see those colors return for great eye candy. 

Then there was a little blog writing just in case I would forget the morning things. Just in case!  Nothing is certain these days.  Planning ahead helps.

Julie called to say another week off of the medicine needed to happen to raise the numbers on the immunity scale. Once again, they are too low.  I'm learning about Neutrophils. Dr. Schnider may change her decision Monday when we visit. That would mean more blood draws coming.  It's a good thing that is of little concern to me.  Those little butterfly needles are cute and harmless.

These plants are inside now till spring.  I got some watering help from the Mi. son who set the watering schedule on my phone.  Every Sunday afternoon an alarm goes off telling me with a train whistle to water NOW!  He says the train whistle guarantees in this case, Thanksgiving and Christmas Cactus flowers if watering is followed religiously. I call the train whistle the Chattanooga Choo Choo.  It's really irritating scaring me every time it goes off. If all this makes flowers, I take my words back!  

Then it was lunch with my teacher friends of long ago.  Meeting with them is also a walk down memory lane.  The tenderloins were wonderful.  The conversation excellent and the Carmel H S homecoming parade happened right outside our window.  Impressive seats I would say. I'm not to sure of the parade.  I would put it in the sort of impressive marks.  

      Holes are becoming more noticeable.  Speaking of holes...it's jonquil planting time coming up.

Back home again with the latest group of zinnias drying in the sun, the clippers was used on a few grasses and the last of the daisies.  One B Blue received a good offering this afternoon. Sounds a little like church but they prefer money, the last I heard.

I used some time to sew 20 more burps with a total now of 50 in place for the last sew around.  

                When another 100 burps are finished, they will move on to the Goodwill baby program. 

Then around 3:15 we were off to the Y for another treadmill walk for me of a little more than a mile.  Doug did his usual.  

Supper was soup again.  Just too lazy to do anything more with the truth being, that's all we needed. 

So it was a busy day with a whole lot of whole lot happening.  What a variety of things came my way.  Sometimes I feel as busy as a bee, hovering around like a hummingbird or flitting from this to that like a Monarch.  One of my mantras has been keep moving.  I would say today was one of the better examples. It's hard to remember that I saw Virginia just this morning when so many other things filled the day. I gave the buzzard looking for people food a very hard time.  Keep moving and adding don't talk when pictures are taken.  I can remember that...MAYBE!  Words of wisdom from the Doug guy! 

Dee.  I hope you can accept this with GRACE!  S and S is no longer on every corner.  In fact, the only ONE I know of is here in Carmel, maybe.  Their food has changed like everything else.  Boo Hoo. Enough said!