Confessions of a Light Seeker

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365 project Feb 7
Wow. Now I have another cold.
So I took a photo of a wilting rose. Chirpy me.
More snow due tonight. And although I grew up in Indianapolis and lived there again in adult life for a year, I don't care if the Colts win or not. Never cared for football. It seems so unreasonable. (Don't get me started on the tax base and how it really benefits very few but a team and some big pockets.)
But basketball thrills me. It is the magic of the arc. Like a dotted line from hand to basket, so pretty, that arc. And if you aren't much over 6 foot, but can play basketball well, you pretty much have a career somewhere. That is reasonable.
Seeing the arc could be a more valuable skill than seeing the opening, if you ask me. See Bank failure. See the demised Conseco stadium of Indy. They should have seen the arc.

I don't know if illness has set me on the path of curmudgeon or not. It is hard to get out. It is hard to be in. Today in a matter of 20 minutes, Noah caught me in some memory gaffes. This is embarrassing, but from what I know, it is part of thyroid illness.
Abstract, but recognizable photos of an interior are interesting me. Must get out tripod. Hands shake.
A long time ago, when I was in a winter slump, a psychologist said that this is the time of reflection, planning.
I look out the window or walk and see those trees not doing anything but reflecting and planning.
I read for book club Willa Cather's MY ANTONIA. Not just a love story of people, but one for those who love the plains. The pain of winter gives way into more than we can imagine in spring.

365 Project Feb 6

I made a trip to the country to take photos of some Humane society fosters. These three permanentt pets were behind the door.

Project 365 Feb 4 outside
I have little energy lately. I am probably depressed, but I am fighting that one with the hours a day I have in reasonable energy. I keep wanting to make a snow man, and can't get up for it. This is not me. Well, then who is it?
In winter, I am so gullible or forgetful or untrusting that I think spring will not come. I fall for this every year like Charlie Brown and Lucy holding the football.
I have yet to find my own warrior self. But every little piece of lawn art probably tells us a bit about ourselves. So today I saw the fretful warrior and thought of myself

Project 365 Feb 4 Shelter enthusiasm
Not all dogs are enthused about having their picture taken.
This dog is Ollie, who is a sweet guy. He just didn't care for the camera.

365 project Feb 3
This is a photo of broken glass. I never
know where it is going when I deal with glass. Odd thing is, I think there is an image of Bodie and Em in there.

I got a plan from the doctor. Put me on thyroid pills. Get levels to normal. Then slit my throat. I am sorry for that levity, but doggone, I have thyroid with a growth on it and I think the other way is not good. If you do radiation you can't be around any sort of life. NO PEOPLE, NO ANIMALS, for three or four days. Didn't like that. You must eat on paper plates and destroy them.

Currently, I am hyperthyroid. I run like crazy til noon, then crash. I am capable on 12 hours of sleep per day.
At least now, there is a plan. I like that.

Project 365 Feb 2 Playday
On Tuesdays especially, or sometimes other sunny days, Phoebe comes over to join Bodie and Em for a play date.

Mostly this involves repeated games of tug of war and chase.

It also involves a dirty floor. No one is sorry.

Project 365 Feb 1
Kellar making art

Project 365 Jan 30

A little sun today

Project 365 Jan 29- Bodie
This one is about Bodie.
He had a huge week.
On Sunday we went to doggie park in the cold. He didn't run much, but he dug for mice like a maniac.I think he was showing off for Emmy, who did quite well first time out.
But on Monday morning, Bodie could not move. He could not get up off the floor. I gave him a half tab of Emmy's leftover morphine (which the vet chided me about later, saying morphine brings on sleep.) I put him in a sling to load him in the car for the vet to the trip.
The vet was kind, as always, and took xrays of back, hips, knees and so forth. Bodie stayed overnight and was so much better day 2 .
Well, $413 dollars later, he is really well. Bills like this remind me I should give better Christmas gifts to my kids!
Short of it is, the 8 year old dog has arthritis. We are about the same age in doggie years. I have some arthritis. I have other pending medical dilemmas., still in process of being resolved. I pout and ruminate, isolate and think.
Wednesday night, since Bodie was moving well, I took him to the dog class we had signed up for..."Doggie Fun and Games".
He pulled me into the room. Once he was calmed down a bit and realized had an entire cut up pork chop in my pocket, well, we were good.
I haven't been to agility training for 3-4 years.
One of the tasks was agility tunnels. Bodie tore into the tunnels as if he was on fire. I swear. It was great. And it was with an attitude, of let's do more, yes more.
Dogs don't think about past or future, they don't fret over gray hair, they don't think about tomorrow. Everything is the Present.
Good Bodie.

Project 365 Jan 29
This is the gate house for the old ammunition plant (circa WW2) in Desoto Kansas. It has all these signs about asbestestos and other carcinogens enclosed within the confines of this long closed facility.

And everywhere I went today seemed to say Keep Out. And so I did...

Project 365 Jan 28
Sunset at the Miller Mart

Dog Genetics- Project 365-Jan 26 Phoebe
I have the chance to watch Emmy's offspring, which my daughter Liz adopted from the Shelter. I don't know why dog genes interest me so much, but they do.
And dog training.
I took Em and Bodie to the field on Sunday. Did the whistle and raised arm to the sky as my recall, and I'll be darned if Em didn't come, but also looked at the sky. Where did she come from? What does she know?
Some think there is some Irish setter in the red Em. Maybe so.
The brilliant Bodie, who will go beyond hurt to DO...ended up completely Lame on Monday.. Got pain killers and Xrays. Yes, I am working on this. He is so solid in this household. It is arthritis.
But in a puppy's face, I see how a dog figures things out.
I think she is much more Golden than her mom, my gal Em. Most everyone accuses her of being half Irish Setter. She floats into being yours. I think most Goldens don't do that.
Phoebe, the pup, observes everything she can, thinking how to participate with the big dogs. Planning her foray.

Project 365 Jan 25 KU basketball

Most everyone in town is watching the KU Missouri game. Big night.

Project 365 Jan 24 Noah

This my oldest son Noah, who has helped me set up my new computer and printer. He deserves a hand of applause for his patience and know how.

Project 365 Jan 22
As it turns out, a trip to recycling, a drive through the cemetery and on to take photos for Petfinder at the Humane Society, all kind of fit in to one trip.
I want to establish that my illness Hyper thyroid, is not life threatening, but seems to take a lot of time in tests and more tests. Zap it with radioactivity or operate. But you can't operate if I have strange adrenal levels. So now we test that. It is annoying, though. I vibrate a lot. This is unusual. I am now taking meds for high blood pressure. I just want to feel kind of normal, ya know?
So, being the chirpy sort of gal I am, I drove through the cemetery today. Here is what I got. Two for one day. So if I skip a day of 365, I get credit, right?

Remember the 1960's horror flick with Vincent Price? "The House of Usher"? Oh shiver me timbers.

And then I noticed that there were chains on the door next to the rusted lock. Keep them in or keep them out... the choice is yours...Wicked laugh follows..

365 project Marigolds
They just aren't doing well after a blizzard and ice. But it is the last thing for puppies and dogs to
chomp on. I don't do real gardening. My yard in summer is mosquito heaven. I don't clear in Fall. I wait to see what happens.
I wonder if I could plant more marigolds next year and string necklaces for Day of the Dead November 1... I wonder a lot of things.