Da Goddess @ 04:40
As I type this (last night since this isn’t posting til morning), it’s almost 9pm and still over 90 degrees. The air is dead. No breeze. King Arthur is recovering from oral surgery, in pain, not eating, and I feel horrible because there’s nothing I can do to ease his pain.
My new doctor is wonderful. The insurance company: not so much. They still insist on making it difficult for me to fill my meds. As well, I’ll be needing to see a pain management doctor and I’m pretty certain insurance will raise a fuss about that. So I spend days hoping and praying my meds come through soon and I can get back on the pain management path that has become a rather good “habit”. Yes, I said habit. It sounds horrible, as if I have a drug habit, but what I really mean is that it’s taken me years to develop a routine and a regimen that requires me to change certain patterns in life so that I can function. By making these changes, I integrate all the new things I need to do into my life…I make them new habits. Thinking of pain management as less a chore and more “healthy habit”, it’s easier for me to live with the accommodations necessary to do what I need to do. Pain habits. Pain relief habits. It’s just how life is anymore.
King Arthur is having to make all sorts of adjustments to life because of this. And then we throw in his surgery and post-op pain. Fun times.
Between his pain and mine, we’re just a couple bumps on our respective logs.
While it’s true that SoCal isn’t as hot as Vegas in August, it’s still uncomfortable and keeping us indoors for the bulk of the day. At some point today, we’ll need to go out and pick up his prescriptions, and — hopefully — mine as well. With any luck, it’ll have cooled down some.
Regardless, these little flowers made me feel cooler just looking at them.
Da Goddess @ 04:47
It might be clematis, but I’m not positive. So…there.
As you can see, they’re not entirely purple or blue. And depending on where I was in relation to the sun, one is bluer than the others, yet it still has a purple cast to it. I tried to color correct in post but didn’t like the shift in tone. This is where I ended up.
Da Goddess @ 02:18
Mine aren’t near as lovely as plumeria, but I gave it the old college try nonetheless.
I’ll be back at them soon enough, I’m sure. I rather love them.
Da Goddess @ 02:14
Couldn’t resist all these smooshed together! Their green was nice, but black and white seemed to bring out the details even better.
Da Goddess @ 02:07
When you’re a flower, there is an art to dying. One must first droop, then discolor, then dry out. If you manage to get through all those stages, you get “d.e.d.” dead. If you’re lucky enough, someone begins to photograph the process and post to them to her blog. That would be me.
I love how dried out and translucent they become. The veins. The color. The way they look in different light. Everything! Orchids, and most flowers, can become even more beautiful as they begin to die.
Sounds a little morbid, doesn’t it?
Da Goddess @ 00:59
Our little pansies have been blooming since well before my arrival. Every single time I think they’re done, they bounce back. King Arthur has a way with plants that would make most weep in envy.
This one? Reminds me of a dalmatian.
Da Goddess @ 01:11
In my wandering about the neighborhood to take my mind off the pain, to stretch my legs, to get some fresh air, I made it my mission to discover wonderful little finds in each yard. I got to five houses before I could go no further. But I tried, so I count that as a success.
This is my favorite of the succulents.
Da Goddess @ 01:07
King Arthur took me to Big Bear over the weekend for Ren Faire. We got up there the night before and did a little wandering around the Village. As we came around a corner, I saw a sliver of the moon and a star between the buildings and framed by a tree. I just HAD to try to capture what I saw.
If you can’t see the image, please let me know so I can recalibrate my monitor.
Da Goddess @ 04:33
For some reason, every time I photograph greenery, I hear “Greensleeves” in my head. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s just better than all the other stuff floating around in there. (My dreams of late have been rather dark and unsettling. Death, plane crashes, severed limbs, etc. I’m beginning to think I may have some latent, unexpressed fears or something.)
Da Goddess @ 04:42
Really more color and lines, but then I couldn’t use a song as a clever blog title, could I?