The Sea is a Salty One

Taken during my first trip to Costa Rica far south of where we are now. You know I was calm and copacetic thought all the tests, biopsies, and the actual cancer surgery this last six months or so. But it all fell apart on one day. The day my husband was rushing around our house pantless screaming he needed me to give him an enema. Right in front of my adult children who didn't need to see that mess! I remember rushing him, leaking enema juice everywhere back into the bedroom, administering two Fleet enemas before rushing out the door with my purse to take the kids to the airport so they could fly home. Yes, yes, I washed my hands first. This was the moment that just emotionally broke me. Not arguing with the hospital over insurance coverage, not seeing blacked tissue in the biopsy container going to the pathologist, not the troubles I hadd booking a hotel room during high season. But this. Since that time I've just been shaking and shaken.The only feeling I've had that even...

  A Turquoise Browed Mott Mott. It's a rare sight indeed because they usually lurk in the shadows and are notoriously shy. Taken this evening. Not much happening here. Starting to beat house back into great shape. Just need to mop kitchen and clean the laundry room and everything will return to pre-chaos clean that it was before Jim's surgery in late January. Finished submitting piles of stuff to the insurance company, finished taxes, finished cleaning our guesthouse. Nice thing about a messy house is it doesn't take much to put it back to rights again. Just a good hard scrub. Hung a new hummingbird feeder and we had something of a tizzy over the stuff you put inside. It came with a packet you boil with water and sugar. I did just that one night, resulting in some very red sugar water. I warned Jim not to drink it and we both laughed talking about the time David Rodrigues did just that and his wife Jill posted photos making fun of him for it. Not very submissive Godly wife ...