still with the knee

Consider this a weight-loss advisory: if you ever need to haul your body around with your arms, the less you weigh, the better. Tired, now!

sprained knee

Tuesday I sprained my knee catching my father as he fell. We both landed on the bed, but my foot stuck to the floor, so my knee bent sideways. Spent yesterday in ER,  being xrayed and acquiring a knee brace and crutches. My best friend's daughter is staying with us, helping out. Not being able to carry anything while using crutches is very annoying. Will catch up with blog later. Tired now!

noisy neighbors

These two sparrow nests are under the floor of my bedroom balcony. There don't seem to be any hatchlings yet, and already they're waking me up at five a.m. talking back and forth from nest to nest. 

The nests seem to be made mostly of moss, which means they brought it from fairly far away.

It's a pity I can't see down through the floor; the cracks are in the wrong places.

seduced by flowers

Yesterday I went to the hardware store for vacuum cleaner filters and allowed a pack of portulacas to sneak into the car. (Have I done any plant moving from my old house since April? Have I weeded and dug anywhere to plant annual seeds? Do I deserve any more plants to take care of?)

When I cleaned the weeds out of this pot, I found one of last year's pansy plants surviving, with a bud. It hadn't been watered all winter except for the rain; there was plenty of rain.

beyond sentiment

When I first brought this up from the basement and washed the dirt off, I didn't think I'd ever seen it before. Then the shape of it reminded me. I've only seen it on the oven rack with a roast or ham or turkey on it to keep warm, after being removed from the roasting pan so gravy could be made. 

I wonder where it came from? The traces of pattern don't match anything either my grandmother or my great-aunt had. What am I going to do with it? Putting it in the garbage seems disrespectful of its long useful life, and it's too beat up to give away, but there are limits to sentimental attachment, even for me.

application for conditional use permit

in hand. Now to fill it out. Eek!

(Then I can get a business license and start a business that consists of more than my friends' dogs.)

Stony learns to crochet

I have no idea how he did this while he was attached to it. Some dogs just have talent.