(Lala’s brother Richard always called Digit that, for his polydactyl-ism. I loved that. Fingers. Anyway.)
Good morning, kiddos!
I am back to feeling almost normal. Thank god. I do, however, have to have my tonsils out AGAIN, which, while I knew that was a possibility, I don’t think I had actually admitted to myself that it might go that way, so I am disappointed, very, very disappointed. Ick. I am not looking forward to going through the pain I went through in 2002, and the doc said this time it’s gonna be worse. Sigh.
And I pulled a doozy at the doctor, I tell you what. He came in laughing at my chart and my abilities to grow my tonsils back. I made the funny comment that Lala always makes, "It’ll be handy when I lose a finger, huh?"
He just looked at me.
I chortled heartily, trying to warm him up. Funny joke. Haha.
Then he held up his hand, showing me his thumb and his three fingers.
I gasped, and then the only thing I could think of to say was, "I could give you a tonsil?"
He didn’t seem to mind too much, after I reassured him that I hadn’t noticed his hand (I never notice things like that, I have known people for years without realizing they’re missing digits), but I felt like SUCH an ass. I’m never ever making that joke again.
Want some pictures? (Not of the doctor, or his hand. I am not that bad.)
From long, long ago, the day before I got sick. Me and Dylan-pickle, at the zoo, on our date. We had fun.
Artichoke! Almost ready for eatin’. We have four, actually. And that plant is TALL! See?
It’s as tall as I am. And it has baby friends next to it. Yay! More for next year! We seriously ignored this artichoke plant for a year. I think we got one from it last year, and then we gave up gardening for a while, and then looked over the railing this spring to find it was flourishing. Can’t ask for more than that.
The garden grows. The broccoli and beans and soybeans look good – the peppers and basil are taking longer, and I can’t remember what are in the other boxes. Luckily I made myself a seed legend. Just haven’t looked at it recently.
Lala made herself a square-foot garden, too, two weeks later than I did, and she’s already harvesting radishes! Yummy, crisp radishes that I like much more than I remembered. They were always my favorite thing to grow as a kid (even back then I liked instant gratification), but I didn’t like to eat them then. They were just so pretty.
I like this shot:
It’s of the trailing vine that’s coming the back porch — Lala says the name of it all the time, and I never remember it — I just know the flowers look like cartoons, and in my head I call it a monkey-face flower.
Here, Fluffy Willie pretends he can’t see Clara. They get along just fine, but Willie has no interest in snuggling with her.
As our Carrie would say, "SCHMOOS!"
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