Last night I left our patient propped up on the couch listening to National Public Radio, the ice machine whirring freezing cold blasts of water around his new knee replacement, his knee elevated properly above the heart for maximum anti-swelling advantage.
I bopped down the road in the approaching dusk, advising Barry that I would return in an hour or so, would he be fine?
We arranged for a DVD-watching date, and off I loped, camera in hand, traipsing toward the Eagle Pond more than a half mile away.
Readers, I took 94 photos in that hour. Click, click, clickety-click.
Now it’s Friday afternoon and I just don’t have any time or energy to edit those 94 photos, gosh, no, not with a sink-load of dirty dishes and all sorts of chores to accomplish.
I also have another blog in the mental hopper ready to type up, but, yes, you’ve guessed it, no time or energy to do it yet. In this blog yet-to-be-written blog you’ll meet a lovely young blogger who keeps getting shanghaied to foreign ports, I kid you not. She also writes a delicious vegan blog with recipes-to-die-for. You’ll meet her soon. She’s actually from our neck of the woods, transporting herself to San Francisco several years ago.
So what did I have time for today in the blogging world? ONE photo. A cattail photo from last night’s venture. It’s a magical photo though, half earth and half underwater. I will prove its magical effects if you like. Stare at it for several minutes while breathing deeply.
See what I mean? You felt it, didn’t you?
You did, didn’t you?
I wasn’t the only one, was I?
That’s what can happen On Magical Golden Cattail Pond. More photos later. Don’t know if they will arise embedded with magic, though…
Off to do dishes NOW. No more postponing! On to the Magical Silver Kitchen Sink…