I noticed our cat, Patches, looking puzzled while peering intently out into the backyard this afternoon. She didn’t seem agitated like she might be if a snake was the object of her attention, nor was she chattering in the way cats do when a bird is in sight. This little guy was causing the commotion. I think we should call it, “Mom, Why Is That Rock Moving?”
Trying to raise awareness for lymphedema sufferers. The cost of supplies are often not covered by insurance even though they are necessary to patients well being. My blogging friend at sanselife.wordpress.com is affected by lymphedema–a condition she’ll have to deal with for her entire life. Please read more on her site.
Not a tattoo but a compression sleeve and glove to combat lymphedema.
Lymphedema was caused by damage from my cancer treatments. I have to wrap my arm like this every night, applying compression to my arm to keep the accumulation of lymph fluid from swelling my arm into a scary huge mess:
Compression is 24-7. During the day it is sleeves and gloves. The sleeves and gloves suggested by my physical therapist are the same color and ugly as heck. Note the seams on the fingers, makes typing a chore.
Discouraged I scoured the internet to find alternatives. Ta-da! LympheDivas, a comfortable and fun alternative.
Just working up the courage to wear one of these:
This unfortunate sign placement gave me a giggle. How about calling this, “To Every Thing There is a Season….”
At Disney Springs (once known as Downtown Disney) one can be entertained by this gentleman and his strolling piano. I call this one, “Music that Moves Me.”
This is yet another photo from our recent DisneyWorld trip. Maybe this one should be titled, “I Should Just Let it Go!”
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These are my expostulations
Of an event beyond imagination
An electoral college upset expectations
Installed thanks to Russian insinuation
Leading to an arguably rainy inauguration
Alternate truth— a Trump foundation
Regardless of his cognitive limitations
A crowd size yuge— with magnification
Popular vote loss— his preoccupation
He employs his friends and their relations
Both Kushners too— immediate integration
Trump commenced his weekly golf vacations
Million dollars a day—Melania’s tabulation
Trump extended family spring Vail infestation
Regardless of tax payers indignation
Worldwide anti Trump demonstrations
First on his list—eliminate banking regulations
Next—a laughable so called negotiation
With big-pharma on prices of medications
Healthcare bill- a promise fluctuation
Without any diplomatic negotiations
Or foreign leader communication
They must read his daily twitter quotations
He has called obsolete—The United Nations
Put North Korean on notification
WWIII a prognostication
Ended U.S.immigration
Commenced immigrant deportations
The Constitution has seen depreciation
To distract from Flynn’s capitulation
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I took this one of our youngest grandchild, Harper, during her family’s most recent visit to Florida. I call it, “I Believe She Can Fly.”
This poor guy made it into a parking lot in downtown Tallahassee only to meet his doom. I call this one, “Requiem for an Armadillo.”
A proper, and amusing lesson in pronouncing one of the world’s finest words. How do YOU pronounce scone? Read more from notesfromtheuk.com.
Last Sunday, I opened the paper to find almost a full page devoted to a burning question: How do Britons pronounce the word scone?
I’d been under the impression that everybody who isn’t me pronounced it—as the article explained it—so it rhymes with gone. I’m not sure how useful that is, since for all I know the pronunciation of gone shifts from region to country to class to ethnic group. I pronounce it gawn, although I don’t drag out the W. The pronunciation they’re relying on is, I think, something closer to gohn. Or is that gahn?
English is such a mess.
Still, gone is a good enough place to start. Let’s leave it there for a minute or three.
Irrelevant photo: A bunch of junk I picked up in a few minutes on the beach, mostly plastic rope from fishing nets and a few other bits…
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I snapped this selfie in Disney’s Magic Kingdom park on Monday. It truly is, “The Happiest Place on Earth!”
Praying for Eyebrowz 