I feel a bit ridiculous sharing my health status, but I wanted to share it with all of you who have been so supportive and kind to me for all of these months.
You and I thought I would be dead “within six months to less than a year” according to the official prognosis.
I had an x-ray last week to rule out a pneumonia.
The radiologist could not figure out what he saw on the x-ray.
My internist sent me back to the pulmonologist who diagnosed the lung cancer.
A new x-ray ruled out a pneumonia.
What it did indicate was that the lung tumor has grown very little since July.
I was not surprised since I am not sick.
I am as fat and sassy as ever.
Thank you for cheering me along.
It seems that you are in for a few more posts from me, after all.
I suppose I am as unpredictable as this winter’s weather!
This is my family.
My daughter, Kelli, her husband, Jeremy, and my beloved grandson, Charlie.
They are on holiday in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, where they go every year
for the end-of-the-season town festival.
Charlie and his friends who live down the street.
The kids have kind of grown up together.
This year, the two families went together.
Photo of both families
ready for a snow mobile ride.
Lined up and ready to go!
Charlie and Mom rode together.
One of Charlie’s friends.
All of these kids were born in South Texas,
So, they do not see snow often.
When they arrived at Houston International Airport on the way home,
Kelli discovered that she had lost the car keys!
There was a slight delay while they waited for a locksmith to rescue them.
But, they all had a wonderful time!
I never reblog a post from any other blog. But this photo fascinates me. When I saw it, I had absolutely no idea what the heck Dave had found. He’s a farmer, a scientist, a professor, a superb photographer, and heaven only knows what else. The professor in him explains more than you probably ever wanted to know. But, if you’re interested in almost anything, you can probably find it at Farmer’s place. Guess what this is, and then read what it actually is! Chuckle…
Originally posted on Welcome to Pairodox Farm:
I don’t often think of water as having texture. The picture shows a little flume, at Ravensburg State Park, where the stream was directed through a channel formed by large rocks. If the water had been higher, the flume would not have been there … if it had been lower, the flume would, perhaps, have been even more dramatic. I could discern eddies, cascades, and turbulence. I could also see evidence of uninterrupted flow. Where water pitched down over one rock or climbed another, turbulence drew air into the mix. If I fixed my graze on a particular spot, the pattern of splash and bubble was chaotic. Other areas were perfectly smooth and seemed unchanging. Something of a paradox, since water continued to move through such areas. Like a standing wave, there was movement without apparent movement until, of course, a twig or piece of ice or slush was caught…
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The time has come to plan for homes for the animals.
I got to know Ed Kammer and his family when I bought Hugo from them some months ago.
They are Panther Chameleon breeders at Kammerflage Kreations in Corona, California.
When I called to tell Ed that I had to find homes for Hugo and Sammy,
he generously offered to take the chameleons to find homes for them.
He arranged for the shipment, sent the shipping container to me, and handled every single detail for me.
He has been in the reptile business for 34 years.
And, he is one of the finest people I’ve ever met.
Those are the last photos of Hugo.
He is a Kammerflage Kreations Panther Chameleon.
Ed Kammer and the Kammer family breed beautiful chameleons.
And, of course, Little Sammy whose dubious pedigree is PetSmart!
Although the Krammers don’t breed Veiled Chameleons,
Ed has years of experience with them and is prominent in the chameleon world.
So, he knows lots of folks who would help to place the boys.
As soon as Sammy and Hugo arrived,
Ed’s delightful daughter, Briana, took these cell phone
photos to send to me.
They wanted to reassure me that the boys were fine!
Their flight took them through Memphis and on to Corona, California.
There was a little hitch when the FedEx driver missed the arranged hour and went on toward another town,
But Cheryl got on the phone and convinced the driver to turn around and bring them back!
The shop manager has already adopted Little Sammy!
Thanks to Ed and the entire family of Kammerflage Kreations,
the future for Sammy and Hugo is assured.
My gratitude and blessings to all of you!
I normally post all the monochrome stuff on The Fuzzy Foto.
But, I saw this in my files and I remember how interested in it I was at the time.
Many years ago, somebody chopped off this very large limb from a Live Oak tree on the plant property.
It’s still attached to the tree.
The worst pruning job I ever saw in my entire life, I think.
It almost looks fossilized.
This crepe myrtle tree trunk looks exactly as if it has a face.
From my chair on the porch, I see a nose and just below that, a misshapen mouth.
In photographs, it never looks quite the same.
I call him my Tree Troll!
This Gold Nugget Squash been on my kitchen counter for weeks.
I think I should bake it soon!
These canvas prints are of my sister, her husband and their granddaughter.
I had several prints done for them for Christmas
And stacked them on a chair when I brought them home.
In typical George fashion, I handed the prints to them off the chair!
The photo of Linda is from the Club poolside.
From about ten years ago.
We took Charlie swimming, and she was sitting at a table talking to somebody.
Since it is my all -time favorite portrait of her, I wanted to preserve it for her daughter.
The bottom one is a snapshot of Cate putting Grandaddy’s glasses on upside down.
It is his favorite photograph of him and his beloved granddaughter.
(I told you the posts would be random… Chuckle…)
Since this is a new year,
I am starting over.
I will be posting what I see.
No particular theme or composition.
Just whatever attracts my attention.
The other night, I photographed Big Lucy.
He’s grown into a really big boy since I got him in June.
He and Little Lucy fascinate me.
He shed the skin from one of his back legs.
It fits on my index finger
like those toys we used to call “Chinese Finger Traps”.
The skin looks fragile and rigid, but it is not.
It’s flexible and rather soft.
The connecting pseudo scales look like a woven net to me.
Fantastic natural engineering design!
I reached for the only dark background I could see
on which to photograph the dragon skin.
The address book that has followed me everywhere
since I was maybe thirty years old.
It is very like me to have chosen
one based on its sturdy construction
instead of having chosen a pretty one.
Remember when we bought leather ones with
spirals that actually worked for years?
And the front read “Telephone”?
The addresses are so far out of date that
few are relevant now and some have
unknown cemetery addresses.
Why do I keep it on the kitchen counter in the letter tray?
I have absolutely no idea!
Happy New Year!!
This will be the year that I die.
Remember the old Buddy Holly song?
Below is a late night photo that I took for a friend, Lemony Gregg, as a joke.
I later titled it, “Cause of Death”.
It was taken sometime in the fall of 2014.
I was seventy-two years old.
I got to be seventy-two years old (plus seven months)
not by making New Year’s Resolutions,
But, by doing precisely whatever I chose to do
without regard for myself.
I never made resolutions to stop my bad habits
or to improve my lifestyle.
I just lived. Period.
I did what I saw that needed to be done.
Because I could.
I still walk, drive, see, read, talk and pretty much function.
The human equipment takes a lot of abuse and keeps right on working.
It’s a remarkable machine.
However, if you inherit a “Lemon”, there ain’t a whole lot you can do about it.
Don’t worry about how you look.
Nobody cares. They’re too concerned about how they look!
This was a fun foto for Lemony. I discarded the cover for a sensible sun screen shirt!
The outfit was for the trip to Galveston since I promised to go tubing with Charlie!
Carry a stack of $20 bills or whatever denomination you can afford
under the sun visor in your car.
Hand them out to bums on the street corner
Kids at drive-through windows
Whoever looks as if he could use one.
Never decide whether he looks as if he “deserves” it.
Make no judgements about who he is or why he is there.
Don’t give a damn what he does with it.
Don’t impose your standards and value system on anybody else.
Just be kind.
Help other people.
Do what you can:
Make a septic tank.
Clean a toilet.
Dig a ditch.
Change an adult diaper.
Write a business letter for a kid.
Use your talents to help.
And have a wonderful 2015.
You’re allowed to complain every step of the way…
As long as you keep on stepping!
Once upon a Blue Moon, life graces us with people who share their
talents, joys, generosity and love.
Gifts to carry with us throughout our lives.
I received this spiritual blessing from Rick Braveheart.
I share it with you here
in the spirit of stillness, reflection, and love.
Peace, Love and Gratitude to all of you,
my Blue Moon friends!