The Tomato Fairy Strikes Again!


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I am officially out of usable jars. Not a jar in this place that could be used.

Not one. Nada. Zip

Which means, my weekend – will again be a weekend of canning. Also, ran out of vinegar and garlic.

I am really not complaining about having to do the work, I am complaining about not being able to do it when I want to do it.

So, there.

And to think, Mr. B was so upset that out of the 30+ tomato plants he started only about 26 survived, all roma.

Since I had used up every single tomato he had already picked in the last canning, I thought that I would head out and get one for lunch yesterday.

I took my basket, because I was going to see if my dill was dry enough, and if so I was going to bring it in. It is hanging on the trellis for the peas.

There was no room for the dill. That basket (see above pic) is what I got and I could have filled it up 10 times. But, even with that basket I had to kneel down to get it and that was just two plants, so someone else needs to finish picking them.

Not quit so off balance today, but I spent a good portion of last night wonder how to even describe what is going on, at my appointment tomorrow. Sort of like everything else has moved just a bit and I haven’t caught up. That sensation you get with new glasses and you put them on and leave the doctor’s office and take that very first step off the curb. Which winds up, not being where you thought it was.

Or what this really feels like, is the sensation you get when you are in an F-15 (in the back seat of course) when it takes off and goes straight up and that slight out of body experience. Which is very cool don’t get me wrong, but I would like to get off the ride now.

 

But, for some reason, I don’t think that using that description with my (maybe) 25 year old physical therapist is going to do any good. Even if he knows what an F-15 is, I doubt he has ever been in one, he doesn’t look military at all.

But, all in all less wobbly today and the pressure in my right ear seems almost gone, but now it is in my left.

I wonder if I will start tilting the other direction now?

Will let you know, off to the bus stop. If anyone asks me again, why I have the cane- I will bop them with it. It is solid wood.

A service dog is sounding better every day.

I didn’t take the cane and that was a big mistake, I am sure anyone who saw me thought I was drunk on this bright and beautiful morning.

I guess that means, I need to keep it with me.

There was not a tip on it and I thought that I could make one with hot glue. B said it wouldn’t work it would just come right off. So, the other evening, I turned on the hot glue gun and made myself a custom, clear tip for the cane. It is still on.

Take that Mr. B!

🙂 Who has taken this latest development in stride. I have take complete advantage of him and told him, it would help me not to fall down if he held my hand more often when we are out and about. His reply, ‘okay’ and he does. How awesome is that! Mr. No public displays- Ever- is after 15 years, holding my hand in public.

It is very nice.

I finished up a bunch of contracts yesterday and let a few others go. So, I am down to 6 clients and it is a little strange, not scrambling to meet deadlines or stressing about not getting this or that done in time to get this or that other thing done.

But, maybe, just maybe this balance thing is a good thing. It certainly does make me slow down considerably and drives home the point that I can’t do everything. At some point, everyone needs to admit that, even me.

 

I did learn a long time ago, that worrying about things I have no control over, is pointless, so I don’t. All I can do is figure out how to deal with what I do have control over and my attitude about it.

I don’t plan on changing much, or giving up things I like to do. I just have to figure out how I can do keep doing them. And there is always a way. Although, losing my hearing will be a major pain pain in the ass.

On that note, I am off to see if I can’t figure out how to get traffic to a blog – not this one, of course. The one that needs traffic actually has relevant and helpful information that everyone needs ;-0.

 

 

 

 

How Bizarre


Have you ever had one of those nights where your dreams are just remarkably bizarre?

Between bouts of getting up to pee- lovely side affect of new med to keep the tilt-a-whirl, tilting less, I had weird dreams of vikings in my doctors office and then Sam – the dog- talking to me about how she doesn’t appreciate the lack of trust and she promises not to break any more windows, the kennel is just not necessary.
That was just one, I am getting up about every 2-3 hours, so each one was more crazy.
Really weird is after the dream about Sam lecturing me, she comes in the bathroom, sits down in front of me and then winks at me.
I think I need therapy.

So, I was doing some research on service dogs and I can’t seem to find one that is both a hearing and a balance dog. But, there are quite a few people who are deaf because of Meniere’s, so what is up with that? I refuse to be trapped at home and never leave because I will fall over or because I can’t hear. My left ear works pretty good for now.
But, from what I was reading, the preferred dogs for balance are Great Danes or Labs- the reason, from what I was reading was you need a strong dog. Duh, but I have two very strong dogs and Sam is really smart, but she isn’t as big as Kenya who is pushing the scales at a very stout 72 pounds of Staffordshire terrified.
Sam is only 48-50 depending on how much running she does. So, while Kenya would be the stronger, she doesn’t have the temperament – Sam does have the brains and the temperament- but not the build.
Then there is the issue of training.
Moving on.
Took a break to take the boys to the bus stop. Longest trip ever! First off I did take the cane, the boys wanted me to take my Gandolf staff, but for now I will only use that in the yard. Anyway, so every can see me with the cane – embarrassing. Plus, when anyone would ask what happened- one of my lovely sons, was very happy to shout out that ‘mommy kept falling when she was making pear jam’. Thanks buddy.
He is running for Student Council and has aspirations of politics. We should probably have a discussion about ‘need to know’, ‘over sharing’,and ‘TMI’.Also, the walk home took flippin’ forever, brick sidewalks.
Off to work now, for as long as I can stand the tilt-a-whirl, if my computer monitor would hold still, things would be much easier lol.