Photo Bullet Points

When I woke up this morning, I felt surprisingly good.  Then time passed.

I'm an Ipsy subscriber.  Look what came last month:

It's almost too pretty to use.

WHY?  Understand, points for creativity, but WHY?

Not an animal on a couch, but I love this.

Got it hanging in the hall.

This is also in the hall:

Animals on couches.  Okay, and boots.

This is my beloved aunt's biscuit board.  Watching her work dough was watching actual magic.  I've got to figure out how to fix those splits.

I bought myself flowers.

They come from Publix, who is the only retailer keeping Creamy Coconut Dr Pepper in reliable stock.  Also, superior sub sandwiches, which I've reported before.

When I was growing up, my mother enrolled me in a children's book club.  I hadn't thought about this title in a long, long time.

 

I remember Toby Tyler, Black Beauty, Heidi, The Bobbsey. Twins.  One about a circus...?

I'd never thought about bunny tongues, either, but they sure are cute.

Happy Birthday and Thank You, Sir David.

I thought at the time that this hat was great.  It still pleases me.

If you make a promise, keep it.

Shells in lamp.

I'll end with another pretty thing.

What You See

 Walking down the hall toward the den, this is what you see ahead of you:

The lights on the little tree (inspired by a gift to  Bridget) are almost perfectly in the shape of Harpo's hair.  You can't quite compare to the picture above the bookcase, because he's wearing a hat, but if you're familiar with him, you get it.

You may remember the first set of lights I put up on my boots' shelves.  They had to be changed.  They were blinking weirdly, and coming unstuck.  So I went with the Broadway dressing room mirror lights.  It isn't what I had initially had in mind, but I've grown to like it.

When You've Had Enough

Last night, it became plain to me that my patience with being sick had run plumb out.  So I began searching for 24-hour clinics.  Though many advertise themselves as such, only the two hospitals here are always open.  This one has an eye-catching Google result, though:

This morning I got up early and trudged off to find that the most probable cause of all this is ETD: Eustachian Tube Dysfunction.  Remember  my harping and harping that words matter?⁰  Think of the difference between a "disease" and a "dysfunction."

Stay with me now, class, as we journey into the Eustachian tube:

Ears, nose, sinuses all connected.  So much so that's it's unclear if a bad cold "caused" the ear mess, or the ear led to the cold.  Either way, I got an antibiotic prescription and told that warm compresses might help.  I was told that it might, and I'm pretty sure that the antibiotic did, mix poorly with all my regular RX.  I've felt so sleepy and off-balance this afternoon...  Balance is an ear thing, too, though, so who knows.

A Child That's Grown Old*

 The source of this gift is no mystery.

Terry.

It's a poster of an old rodeo.*  "Red Horse Ranch" is nice;  benefitting the Mayor's Unemployment Relief fund is good, as long as for unemployed constituents and not the possibly unemployed mayor.  HOWEVER, why do the chestnut creatures have cattle horns instead of equine ears?  Where are the back legs of the one on the right?  What in the world kind of form is on Cowboy Left --- and where did he find that fetching blouson shirt?

Thank you, Touchdown.  I'll return the favor in time.

I had to help Briton with something today, so I wore a mask to protect him.  We all got accustomed to wearing them, I know, but putting that one on today felt sort of suffocating.  It was fun going through all the masks I have: some of them were pretty cute.  Since Twinnie sent me some fabric, I could make some!

*IYKYK

Still Ailing

Whoever designed the human body had a wicked sense of humor.  How can a nose that has been in operation for 66+ years still produce SO MUCH SNOT?  Shouldn't production tail off after a while?

When I've been able to keep my eyes open, I've been reading

Wonderful, especially because there's lots obf attention paid to Lincoln's mother, Nancy Hanks Lincoln.  She fascinates me.

Hallucinationing

From the couch, I can look at my new clock, which I have wanted for a long time, and which finally went on sale.  Enough of a sale that I treated myself.  There's also a spoon there for some reason. I'm feverish, but I don't think that's a hallucination.  Y'all see it, too, right?

When I ordered, when I got the new lamps, I wondered whether I could fill them.  Turns out I can.  And will.  

It may be the fever, it may be the copious amounts of medicine it has been necessary for me to take, but for the last two nights, my dreams have been weird.  The night before last, it was that my children and I were visiting friends of theirs.  The friends' apartment had a super-cool layout, and was part of an equally cool complex.  We had agreed to go on a picnic, and while the mother and I packed food, and the children played, the father began railing about their noisy and intrusive neighbors.  The father was Spencer Tracy.

Last night, or this morning, technically, I dreamt I witnessed a break-in at a grocery store.  The police took me, and other witnesses, to this awesome combination restaurant/museum.  (?)  I wound up at a table with Richard Schiff.

We had a lovely conversation, then I heard someone say, "They're letting you go now, darling."

Hugh and I walked out hand in hand.  Not bad.

It Rains, It Runs, It Drips

Oh, Araignee, you may have spoken something into existence.  My stomach is better (marginally), but I woke up at 2 AM with a runny nose that turned out to be a bloody nose that has been a drip/run all day with coughing and misery and a low-grade fever and alternating cold and hot and a stupid incipient head cold.

I've spent the day on the couch, watching "John Wick 4," though breaking it up around long naps.  Then I watched the Derby, now I'm seeing how much of the hockey game I can stay awake for.

Meanwhile, Tap is certain there is a massive insect about, and is running around and barking like mad.  Never a dull moment here.  If you can hear it over the nose-blowing and sinus-rinsing.

This Way, That Way

 The front door of this house is thick wood, covered on each side with stamped metal.  This occurred to me when I was putting on of my animal-on-a-couch prints in a magnetic frame, and: The frame sticks.  This means I can rotate door art!  I am looking at this piece and that weird sunken hollow at the left hip...  I'm unsure how I've overlooked it until now.  This will give me the chance to live with things for a while.  

Today, some noodles spent half an hour or so in my stomach, then decided they didn't care for it there.  They left in a hurry.  I'm hard-pressed to think of physical sensations more miserable than nausea.

If I can summon some strength, I'd like to work on setting the back porch up more.  Until the treadmill is out, final decisions can't be made.  The itch to buy a pretty, comfy rocking chair is strong.

Head to Toe

Woke up feeling really sick.  REALLY.  Is it "nauseous" or "nauseated" now?  Whichever, it is miserable, as you all know.  Peppermint tea, toast...  This in addition to sneezing and having a drippy nose all week.

These came today.  You know how I love confetti yarn, so these were a no-brainer.

We used to call these footies, I think?  Booties?  The ones we tennis players* wore usually had pom-poms on the back, to keep them from slipping into our shoes.

I've been wearing my pants inside out all day.  Of course, they're leggings, and I'm scarcely getting out of bed, so it doesn't matter.

What does matter is that it is my Twinnie's birthday!

*Man, that sounds obnoxious, doesn't it?  I played tennis.  That's all.

Who Needs Mint Juleps?

I FEEL SO SEEN!

I don't know who sent these (but I have a suspicion.)  Thank you, and LOVE YOU!!

I'm enjoying the Buttermilk Honey bread.  Warmed and spread with some butter, it's hard not to wolf down the whole loaf.  There was a comment about the sound bread machines make;  it's so true.  It will go into a rest cycle, then restart, and it jolts you.  At least three times yesterday, I got up to check on "that noise," before realizing what it was.  

'Bout time for random thoughts, don't you think?

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If I had a Whippet, I'd name it "Good."

A friend of my husband's had a gorgeous Great Dane.  He named her "Girl," which is one of the best names I've ever heard.

A possible name for a Boxer: "Rebellion."

Looking over the Kentucky Derby field:

Pavlovian is not too bad a name, but he's a pretty gray roan, and these are his silks:

Wonder Dean(!) has a white nose:

The velvety nose is the second best part of a horse, next to the beautiful jaw.

Emerging Market is a pretty chestnut with a great flippy mane.

Daddy might take him, as the name calls back to his days as a commodities broker.  For me and for Twinnie, though, we might bet by silks:

Yesterday, I found a photo story about a young woman and her Quarter Horse at the beach.  His name is Caliber.  How brilliant.  .  .

Bread and Obligations

Voting is always important.  Go on --- vote.

I baked this buttermilk honey bread today, and it smelled divine while it was in the machine.  It's one of the best breads I bake: the taste is wonderful, the texture is soft, maybe even pillowy.  My machine did good.

One of my son's work friends is making a film, and asked him to be in it.  She asked if he'd mind growing a beard;  not an issue.  (Have I talked about this already?)  At any rate, his character is intense and possibly violent, and it looks like he's gone all Method: