What a pretty day this is! So gentle and calm -- with the softness of September rather than November. A quiet day with no shouts, no great noises.
Breakfast is a little rushed, because I do have a doctor's visit. (That frozen shoulder/elbow begs for a quick assessment.)
(As I pull out of the driveway, the hens look up from their scratch work, asking with their whole bodies, in the way they always do -- where are you going?? I always respond. This time I tell them -- I'll be back soon!)
My doc has me do the needed xray and within a few hours dispenses the needed reassurance that I have not yet given over my upper left joints to arthritis or worse. I tell Ed, radiantly, happily that I have this good fortune of just a small problem rather than a large problem.
He grins: this is what you do -- you imagine you have something, you go to a doctor, get the report that it's actually no big deal and then you feel good! Wow!
I growl at him (but with a wide grin): I needed to make sure!
Of course you did, he nods his head, with understanding if not sympathy. (The man will be one of those who dies early because he refuses to ever believe he is sick or in need of care. Or, he'll be in that special subset of people who will reach 100, because he has absolutely convinced himself that he is incapable of being really ill. They write stories about people like that: the psychology of believing you're fine is, apparently a powerful medicine in its own right.)
And so I am at peace, happy, relaxed. The cheepers look up as I pull in, the sun dapples our pathway to the barn...
The world is unbelievably kind to me.
I work hard on various writing projects. But as I look outside, I note that kind, gentle sky and I think -- one more game! We surely should be heading out for one more tennis game!
We play as the sun recedes quickly toward the horizon. (If you step beyond the court and cross the line of trees, you can see it --- here, take a look.)
Alright. Done for the year. We put away the rackets and warn out balls and drive home as the last sliver of light blazes over the tree line.
Goodnight trees.
Goodnight sweet hens, settling in their respective spots (Ed will pick them up eventually, in his most fatherly way and carry them into the coop).
Goodnight Oreo.
Breakfast is a little rushed, because I do have a doctor's visit. (That frozen shoulder/elbow begs for a quick assessment.)
(As I pull out of the driveway, the hens look up from their scratch work, asking with their whole bodies, in the way they always do -- where are you going?? I always respond. This time I tell them -- I'll be back soon!)
My doc has me do the needed xray and within a few hours dispenses the needed reassurance that I have not yet given over my upper left joints to arthritis or worse. I tell Ed, radiantly, happily that I have this good fortune of just a small problem rather than a large problem.
He grins: this is what you do -- you imagine you have something, you go to a doctor, get the report that it's actually no big deal and then you feel good! Wow!
I growl at him (but with a wide grin): I needed to make sure!
Of course you did, he nods his head, with understanding if not sympathy. (The man will be one of those who dies early because he refuses to ever believe he is sick or in need of care. Or, he'll be in that special subset of people who will reach 100, because he has absolutely convinced himself that he is incapable of being really ill. They write stories about people like that: the psychology of believing you're fine is, apparently a powerful medicine in its own right.)
And so I am at peace, happy, relaxed. The cheepers look up as I pull in, the sun dapples our pathway to the barn...
The world is unbelievably kind to me.
I work hard on various writing projects. But as I look outside, I note that kind, gentle sky and I think -- one more game! We surely should be heading out for one more tennis game!
We play as the sun recedes quickly toward the horizon. (If you step beyond the court and cross the line of trees, you can see it --- here, take a look.)
Alright. Done for the year. We put away the rackets and warn out balls and drive home as the last sliver of light blazes over the tree line.
Goodnight trees.
Goodnight sweet hens, settling in their respective spots (Ed will pick them up eventually, in his most fatherly way and carry them into the coop).
Goodnight Oreo.
goodnight moon! beautiful post. ox
ReplyDeleteNice post Nina. Glad to hear your shoulder is not 'serious'. Wonderful photo of chicken on the fence. Their all perching as the evening approaches.
ReplyDeleteI was having computer problems yesterday and unable to participate as I would have liked to here. All better now. Woo woo.
Aha, so your emotional-ness with Ed yesterday, in hindsight, really came from dread about the doctor visit.
ReplyDeleteBut the hike and the chocolates were good medicine. I think what was best about the day was being reminded how much Ed cares about you.
Glad everything was good news for you at the doctor's office.
This fall I endured the annual upstairs&downstairs and now I'm good-to-go for another year.
Today is not looking to be high on my favorites list...I offered my son the use of my car for an out of town gig because he's having car trouble... husband is home but doesn't want to go out and play, he wants to rake some more etc. I don't like being "grounded" if it's not my choice. :) But I do have the Grandpup and I guess we'll go walkabout.
Taking a page from Ocean's playbook, looking for the best in each day.
"grounded..." Ah, your community needs reliable public transportation! Would you be happier if there was a bus/train running you to a downtown every 20 minutes?
DeleteOh there is! But we have to drive 15 minutes to get to the last stop.
DeleteMy husband regularly busses it to his office downtown. He enjoys riding and not paying attention to freeway backups.
So where is your 3-feet of snow I heard the weatherman tell me your state was having? It looks lovely and fall-like there now.
ReplyDeleteI am happiest about Oreo getting the reprieve for the winter.
Good news from a doctor is the best news! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy visiting your days. Where photos don't capture a moment, your words paint a splendid portrait. You do well with the balancing.
Have you tried some regular massage for your shoulder? Insurance might even cover some of it.
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