Midnight at the Oasis

 I awoke from a night's sleep or my version of a night at midnight. I had gone to sleep at 9 pm. But, do you think I could get  a good night's sleep? Well, no. Apparently, I am not meant to sleep ever again. 

A trip to the doctor confirmed I am going to live, that I survived the severe (bronchitis?) lung problem, the prednisone and Z pack. I feel really well. 

The seat pattern and 4 pieces of plywood are at my friend's house, awaiting his magic saw. Hopefully, he will get those done soon so that I can get Tommy's chairs upholstered and he will have something sturdy. He readily agreed to lose the old, metal and vinyl chairs when we rescued these. Actually, I put a "free" sign on them. Someone who was willing and able to do a bit of work picked them up. 

A piece of "free to me" plywood stayed propped against the mailbox post until someone rescued it.

My friend who died two weeks ago is having a virtual memorial with Zoom. Or, maybe it is a virtual funeral, not sure. 

Tommy really uses his bird book and cd lots. We saw a bird in my yard that neither of us recognized. He spent time looking it up while I was in the doctor's office. Apparently, it is a cowbird.

Wildlife is abundant when a person is looking for it and when  a person is not. We saw so many cows up close and personal. Well, they all seemed to be near to the highway where we cold get a good look as we zoomed by. I love cows!

Tommy often asks me "What is that flower?" Mostly, I only catch a blurry glimpse of color. Sometimes, I know; sometimes, I don't. Today, I ordered a seed catalogue and another for flowers. I guarantee he will enjoy these in the car and at home. 

It is now 1:30. Maybe I can get more sleep.

Friday Bits on a Saturday Now Sunday

We have had no internet or wifi for the last 30 hours. It seems the storms tore up multiple places and ripped up Spectrum's system. However, we have no idea what happened or where, just not here. So, it is Sunday 

At least twice a day, I do my 90 second exercise. I no longer feel like I will die at the end of 30 seconds and am sure of dying after 60 seconds.  And, the push to 90 seconds is easy. But, instead of going for more time, I hope to go for more repetitions during the day. 

Having adjusted my medicine times, it appears I can still sleep for 8+ hours...sometimes. I no longer take the Claritin at night. Plus, I make an effort to take all of it by 9 pm instead of midnight or later. And, I take the Melatonin at least one hour before bed instead of when I go to bed. Also, I go to bed when I first become tired. I still need a nap or two some days, but I limit my sleep. I am not sure if this helps or not, but it seems I can take a four hour nap and still go to bed two hours later.

The new blanket, Vellux, feels so gross to my hands. It's yucky. But, it kept my feet warm on the two cold nights I used it. I still may return it. 

When we were listening to the lecture/book talk, we kept hearing a bird call. Tommy mentioned the fact to the people who work there. It turns out that there is a wild peacock in the woods behind the pavilion.  

Those pine woods are all planted since the 70s. We passed them on the way to the bowling alley when I bowled in a morning league. My youngest was not walking when we first went there for my league. She was the cutie with the bunny at Easter. 

I showed her the cows and she fell in love with all cows. She liked cows more than cats, dogs, or bunnies. When I was trying to get her ready the morning we bowled and she was not eating or cooperating with dressing, I reminded her we were going to see cows. Before she was a year old, she would cooperate in the morning if she heard we were going to see cows. So, that spot and the woods reminded me of her baby predilection for cows in the morning. 

Friday, we took bananas to the neighbor whose father died. She has two little boys. So, I supposed someone might like bananas. I only kept five of the reduced bananas and gave her about six.  Her little boy is so cute and friendly. There is nothing like cute smiles from toddlers. He is the little boy I saw standing in his yard looking at our Easter Egg tree. So, I suppose we are friends.

So, with the storm damage to Spectrum, we are back. 

Did a child of yours have a special feeling for an animal other than cats or dogs?