Moments Before the Torrential Rains
It Feels Good to Wear Something Other Than Pajamas for a Change
I had to go to the eye doctor today. Every six months now I have to get checked out for glaucoma. It’s an age thing. The pressure in my eyes has been close to the upper limit of safety for decades. But given my age, the doctor, who is not much more than half my age, wants to keep a watch on the situation. So I see her every six months. But I don’t see her very well on the glaucoma only visits. By the time she enters the room, her assistant has long before saturated my eyes with the dilating solution. So the doctor and her glaucoma tests are all a blur to me.
I had to keep this silly mask on the whole time. (I’ve ranted before about their ineffectiveness.) Also, there was no waiting in the waiting room. I had to call from my car when I arrived. Someone met me at the door of the office and escorted me straight into a room for my first test – the one where you stick your face into a white box and press a clicker every time you see a light anywhere in your field of vision. In the exam room I was told to wash my hands. The doctor kept her distance from me. The assistant told me how moronic the mask wearing is. She said the proper recommendation for masks, even the medical ones, is that the wearer change the mask every 20 minutes. That’s not happening anywhere. So I sat there with my silly cloth mask on.
About that silly mask, when I went to the urologist the staff thought it was decorated with a Minnie Mouse print. The doctor’s assistant had to lean closer to see that the print is actually pirate skulls. He didn’t keep his social distance, leaned in with (I’m sure) a better quality mask that is full of filth from not being replaced every 20 minutes, and inhaled whatever I’m exhaling through my flimsy cloth – a highly effective pandemic-stopping routine.
Why did I visit the urologist? Age.
Gray or Green?
I’m pretty sure this is a Cope’s Gray Tree Frog, as best I can tell by pictures I found online.
Luckily I saw him before I squished him under hand when picking up the water can.
A friend of his wasn’t so fortunate earlier in the evening. Our cat played a little too hard with that poor fellow before we noticed.
Mud and Monsters
I got a left Elmo rubber boot on my right foot.
I got a right snow boot on my left foot.
I got mud all over both. I was stomping around after it rained.
I got mud and monsters on my jammie pants. I’m into wearing jammie pants all day. But I wear t-shirts instead of the matching jammie shirts. I’m so over jammie shirts. My dad is stronger than monsters.
I am three.
So Many Seasons in One Day
I Wish You Could Smell These
I wish you could smell these! We have been waiting for these lilac flowers to open. They have no scent until they open. Not even a tiny bit leaks out. But when they open, they are delicious. I had been telling my little boy about how wonderful these flowers smell. These are one of mom’s favorites. Today, when I showed them how they had bloomed and I inhaled deeply with my nose to the pedals, he leaned forward and forcefully exhaled through his nose. It’s hard to smell anything that way, kid!
This picture was taken at 2:26 PM. He had rained off and on through the morning. The sky was dark and windy most of the day so far.
From Spring to Winter in an Hour
No long after I took the lilac picture, the wind really whipped up. Then sleet came pelting out of the sky! Sleet? IN MAY???? Nothing has sprouted in those pots yet. So I’m thinking this won’t effect the plants. But really… sleet in May?
This picture of sleet was taken at 4:08 PM.
Next…
We Interrupt This Season to Take You to Summer
At 4:47 PM, 39 minutes after the picture of sleet in my flower pots, it was nearly 70 degrees! I know what you might be thinking. No, that was not hail (,Mary,) in those pots. It was legitimately cold. It was sleet. There was even some snow mixed in with the sleet. True, we get hail with storms in the summertime. But this was not hail.
Strange Day
This was a strange day in the midst of strange days. The pandemic. Everyone wearing face masks in public. Most stores still closed. Most people not going anywhere, just staying home. It all feels so strange.