I try to close my laptop when I am not using it. This photograph is Boa, my cat who died in 2019 at age almost 18. I miss her, even though I love Elwha and Sol Duc.
My mansion is the outdoors. What could be more beautiful than the sky and the sea and the outdoors? Not only does my mansion have more rooms than I can ever explore, all over the world, but it has every mood imaginable too.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mansion.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
This is another poem where I did not know where it was going when I started it. I was thinking about the sea and sirens and singing. My poems go where my heart thinks I should go, but I don’t know where that is until the poem is done. And it’s clearly a song and next I need a tune. And chords. And more practice.
I sing from the sea, from the sea, from the beautiful sea
tied to the mast, you won’t come to me
unplug your ears, unblock your heart
before it breaks and truly stops
listen to my lonely heart
we’ll make music and never part
I sing from the sea, from the sea, from the beautiful sea
hear my voice, listen to me
our hearts melt together like stone
in the depths of my volcano home
you shut your heart down, run away
lava strings like glass, all the way
I sing from the deep, from the deep, from the beautiful deep
small child calling, she still weeps
volcano boiling from ocean floor
new island built as lava roars
small child with faith as adult caves to fear
small child holds your heart dear
I sing from the land, from the land, from the new born land
don’t be afraid, take my hand
hope has feathers, a poet said
in the darkest time, hope is not dead
I morph to dragon, to kite, to bird
your resistance is so absurd
I sing from the air, from the air, from the smoke filled air
vision dark, can’t see where
circle in flight, hope you too
listen to the small child hidden deep in you
a promise is a promise, you know it’s true
I do not give up on you
I sing in the wood, in the wood, in the beautiful wood
five elements sing as all things should
In the wood in the trees
on an island in the sea
in the heart of the volcano
my heart is free
I sing from the sea, from the sea, from the beautiful see
no matter what happens, my heart is free
I took the photograph at the National Museum of Women in the Arts, a painting by Shinique Smith.
This is a cell phone snap from a few days. It reminds me of Jackson Pollock’s paintings, all the complex colors and layers.
The tide was way way way out and it’s a snap of the green layer on the beach. Gorgeous. The beaches here are an endless wonder.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wonder.
Mets could be metastases, a terrible word in cancer. But this is exercise mets. I am half way through my pulmonary rehabilitation for pneumonia and getting stronger. So what is a met? “One MET is approximately 3.5 milliliters of oxygen consumed per kilogram (kg) of body weight per minute.” (from https://www.healthline.com/health/what-are-mets#definition).
Ok, that doesn’t seem very useful. I find this way more useful, a chart of how many mets are used for certain activities:
The treadmill I am using at pulmonary rehab tells me how many mets I am using. However, last time I turned it on and didn’t enter my weight. It uses 155 pounds, which is more than I weigh. I think that then the mets are wrong. It isn’t exact anyhow. The important thing is that I am improving and off oxygen! I am now up to 5.3 mets, going at 3.3 mph, on a 4% grade, for 40 minutes. Pulmonary rehab is twelve weeks, twice a week, with a respiratory therapist and a physical therapist.
My respiratory therapist asks my goals. To bicycle distance, hike across the Olympics, and to ski again, off oxygen. That means altitude. Once we are above 5500 feet, the body really starts noticing the thinner air. I am not there yet but I am so pleased to be improving.
On the chart, I am in the moderate exercise range. To bicycle, I would have to be able to sustain 8 mets. Not yet, not yet.
Being off oxygen (except night, flute, sustained singing and heavy exercise) is GREAT! The intrinsic problem has not been fixed, thought. Fully twenty specialists since 2012 have not figured out why I get pneumonia easily and how to protect me, other than masking and not working in Family Medicine or anything people intensive. It’s annoying, my career has been blown up. I don’t have much hope of an overarching diagnosis at this point, but I’m willing to keep trying. We don’t know everything in medicine and really, I do not think we ever will. It’s endlessly complex and fascinating.
I think the mets chart should be shared with patients. I had one couple who insisted that the woman had PMS even though she was postmenopausal. I scratch my head and continue to watch her. After months something made me suspicious and I order an echocardiogram. She had congestive heart failure, seriously reduced heart output. I promptly called the cardiologist and said, “This is new, she is on NO MEDICINES.” He saw her within a week. Sometimes things do not present in a straight forward manner. She felt much better once we got her heart functioning better. If a person is losing their ability to perform moderate intensity mets, they should see their doctor. It could be spending too many hours in front of a screen (turn it off, get up, go outside, walk daily!) but it could also be something else. Heart is the number one killer still.
Stay healthy and keep those mets up!
Ha. I did use the word certain, didn’t I? And one of my favorite exercises is dancing. Listening to this right now:
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is certain.
I certainly did not have an instant brilliant response. I look up the definition and think, well, how about songs?
I find this search site: https://www.lyrics.com/ , where I search on the word certain. Oh, GOLD! What fun results.
This song is covered by Jackie Gleason, Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis and others, but I am choosing this one:
A change of mood: Elvis Costello.
Certainly: Day One & Marcus Lee
Oh, there are pages and pages of certain songs.
Next: Iggy Pop, Death is Certain.
Next The Yardbirds: A Certain Girl
But I like this version even better: Allen Toussaint: A Certain Girl
The photograph is the sunrise yesterday. I am pretty certain the sun will rise today. I hope.
…because the pants alone aren’t loud enough.
Another in my Outfits Inappropriate For Work series. It is difficult to type wearing my claws. Also patients would get distracted if I wore something too weird. I can’t think why.
I got the claws at a church sale yesterday. I was told they went with a game, “You’ve Got Crabs!” Turns out they don’t, but maybe they should! I went looking vaguely for a CD case for my car and got two: however they came with CDs. Everything from Cake to Spongebob Favorites to Johnny Cash to Disney Favorites. I am SET.
So who wants to play “You’ve got crabs!”?
Do you have an Outfit Inappropriate For Work? Is a Silly Selfie a Silthie?