. . . and then there's me. Unable to read much, pen letters, draw pictures, hold a heavy camera or keep it steady, what's a body to do?
Rescue drowning toads.
Only one out of three survived.
Chart the growth of pomegranates. This is the first year my three year old trees bore more than flowers. They have a peculiar corn chip scent, their thorns hurt like sewing needles but the leaves are soft and satiny, and the sun loves them the way a photographer swears light loves the contours of a beautiful woman's face.
What's worse than being in pain on a night or morning when you cannot sleep? A persistently barking dog is what. Dogs bark. That's a part of what they do. This is what happens to such animals when their owners are cruel and lazy. They taped its muzzle shut! Skin and fur went the way of tape. I cannot explain the bloodshot eye. If man has dominion over the Earth and its contents, who has dominion over sorry ass pet owners?
Erin convinced me Mila, the dog wasn't trying to get at me because that's what her breed does, she simply wanted me to rescue her. I put in several calls for rescue help. The single response: Houston's SPCA is overwhelmed with reports of animal abuse and are too understaffed to respond quickly. I suppose I could write a letter to several television stations or threaten to report them for not acting, but what good would it do? I felt partly responsible for asking the neighbor to control the barking according to our HOA rules. See the missing skin on Mila's nose? The missing fur along her mouth? Well, no one has investigated yet.
I did a snail catch and release. They don't make the best models, and they're not slow at all. This girl's a whopper but she can move.
Snail mail anyone? I look forward to the day I can sketch again. (grin) So many ideas flooded my mind's eye the moment she was unearthed! Her shell is a bit complicated but we can work around that.
Drunk on pollen? Was it too cold?
It wasn't there when I checked twenty minutes later.
Alex and I dug potatoes last week. Okay. Alex did most of the digging but I encouraged him. Oh. I planted the potato eyes that grew into potatoes. Friends and relatives laugh at my talk of harvesting out of season but what can I say? The proof is in the pot!
No, I'm not recommending this FLOW. No, I did not buy it.
Erin's throwing clay. She promised to make a special holder for my dip pens. Yes!
The muscadines and grapes take care of themselves, I thank God.
You'd think a new Mac would mean a new wireless printer, right? Not so. I heart my old Epsons. JC went to the post office for me today and there was mail! I'll share the awesomeness in my next post. I miss mail but am no longer sad or depressed because I cannot revel or participate in writing/drawing/creating like before. There's a compromise on the horizon though. Soon, I hope.
I feel the way I imagine Moses felt when he picked up his staff, only mine is a cane that doesn't do much. Still and all, I cannot use it properly anyway. It does make me feel safer on our slippery tile floor. Try to imagine how useless it is when it's in my left hand and it's the right leg that needs support, although the bone spur on my left heel prevents me from swinging my hips when I walk. (grin) Okay, it's a lovely prop more than anything else, and does nothing to help an impinged nerve. It's like having the dictation feature on my Mac open but cannot understand my accent, so using it is pointless. Both are good future letter-writing fodder, yes?
So here I am. Don't really need my reading glasses, can't use scissors worth spit, need help putting on my charm bracelets, am too vain to pen letters because my penmanship stinks much worse than my pecking and not printing, but all is not lost. JC has to help me squeeze some of my lemons but I can still measure sugar! It has to chill before it's great lemonade though, so . . . See you around the mail box? And don't forget . . . No news is better than pathetic made up news. This is proof. This is also how I'm spending my mail blog vacation. Well, almost.
A Lame Duck's cousin,
P.S. I'm supposed to be good to go come summer. Yea!