Not Going There in Everyday Ramblings

  • Sept. 14, 2025, 12:14 a.m.
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I don’t know why I took this picture Thursday. I walked by, looked, and went back and took the picture. It spoke to me on some subliminal level, and I was thinking maybe I could write a poem about it. Not that I am writing poems these days. I do think about writing poems though. And of course, I find and read one to my class every weekday morning.

One of my students had a birthday recently and she got a Border Collie puppy that she brings to class online with her, and we are all enchanted. The puppy, after much of her extended family weighed in, is named Luna. I found a poem about a Border Collie to read and there was much discussion about the breed. Some say they are the smartest of dogs, and she does seem particularly responsive. In the meantime, she is adorable.

There is the slightest glimmer of hope that I may be making progress in this huge load of things I have been involved in for the League. I still have way too much to do but right this moment I am feeling like with support I am going to get through it eventually.

I would love to have the time to go to the gym regularly and to work on my book! Darn in all.

This morning down at the garden I felt that winding down thing. There are a few more weeks for my tomatoes and the one Cosmo plant that survived from a seedling has a few more pink flowers developing. I put in some green manure in a patch last week and there is still all that elephant poop to pack in to prepare the plot for next season. I didn’t plant any beets this year and I love beet greens. My lupines didn’t flower but they are both robust in spite of the leaf miners. If I grow beets next year, I will need to net them.

Hmmm. Maybe I could grow some in pots. The figuring stuff out is fun. I am just blown away by the work and dedication people put into their gardens.

My niece with cancer is struggling with inconsistent messaging from the various doctors on her team. They are now saying maybe she should skip radiation and chemo altogether and go directly to immunotherapy. She says now on top of having a full-time job, she has a second job being sick. It’s a lot. I am trying to figure out manageable ways I can support her.

I am finally able to eat normally again and the last two weeks I have been finding myself eating more than normal, partially from stress eating because of all the League stuff, and partially to make up for the weeks I couldn’t eat properly after surgery. Now I feel like I might be stabilizing and can go back to focusing on finding what is enough but not too much. We’ll see if I can settle into a habit that sustains me and allows me to take off this last ten pounds I would like to lose.

Mrs. Sherlock is having heart issues and for the first time her doctors are talking about the possibility of her using the GLP-1 antagonist drugs. Before that they may need to do an ablation. It sounds a bit like an angiogram but takes a little longer. If they go for that I do hope it helps get her stabilized. We talked about the pros and cons of her using the drugs quite a bit last year. She is worried about becoming disabled and this might give her something that she can do that might delay any possibility of that. I hope to hang out with her tomorrow and find out more.

Getting a bit older, boy, one learns things about one’s body, certainly things come up. Crazy unexpected things. That need to be addressed.

For me this next week it is dermatology, my annual check for reoccurrence of the melanoma. I am not worried but will be glad when it is over.

The last couple of days the weather has been remarkable, mild and comfortable and dry and it has been enjoyable to be out and about. We have rain coming in tonight. We’ll see if it manifests. I did plug the heated cat bed back in as the nights are cooler for sure.

There doesn’t seem to be any point in commenting on the alarming state of the outside world. I am doing what I can to make change happen.

I am looking forward to all those beautiful fall colors and a little bit of crispness in the air.

And getting to the point, whenever the heck that is, of having less work to do!


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