wait

I am waiting for approval or refusal from an official body regarding a job. The job was supposed to start on April 15, but the official body did not meet until April 17. (I am picturing a group of body parts getting together, arm, arm, leg, leg, head. Where is the pelvis? Probably out fooling around.) They initially said they would let me know by April 19 and then changed it to by May 1. So, any time between yesterday and May 1. This makes planning a bit difficult.

And weight. I drop ten pounds with pneumonia. I did not gain it back for a year. Then I went past my “normal”, about ten pounds. Now I have come down six pounds. I am not taking one of the weight loss drugs. I am just reducing sweets and also letting my self be just a little hungry and walking. I am not losing weight fast. My goal is about 2 pounds per month.

The last three days my appetite has dropped, which is a stress sign for me. I am taking my friend to get radiation and it took four hours on Thursday and three yesterday. I have to back off if my appetite goes. The combination of waiting and taking care of her is a bit too much. Partly because there are multiple snafus, in both arenas. (Now I am picturing the body parts gathering in a football arena. Wordplay.)

Today I do not have things on the schedule. I may just putter and write and think, feed the cats, do laundry. Nothing much.

How about some music? The first one is a psychedelic band album: new to me. The second is a song sung by Rotarians in the 1960s. Maybe now too, though not by our club.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wait.

Gold deer

I go for coffee with B in March, in the early morning. It is clear and the rising sun turns everything gold. We are out on one of the docks with our coffee. Two deer come to the water and walk along it, under the dock and back. They are not here to quench their thirst, because this is the Salish Sea, not fresh water. So what are they doing?

“It’s clear, let’s go down to the water. It is so pretty out. Now, before most of the people are up.”

“Yes, let’s!”

Just like us.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: quench.

My parents taught me the song. It dates back to the 1500s.

Seat in the sun

For XingfuMama’s Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge 2024: Week 16.

Yesterday was gorgeous. I took a friend to her second round of radiation therapy. It takes about two and a half hours, since we have to drive to another town. She was very tired and wanted to sleep when she got back. I went to lunch, seating overlooking Port Townsend Bay, in the sun. It was one of those days that makes people want to move here, not realizing that low clouds are more frequent than this glorious warm sun.

I am Elwha

Mother is cutting our food again. Sol Duc and I would rather eat through the day whenever we feel like it AND out of each other’s bowls. She picks up my bowl sometimes! Then the other bowl is empty and there is NOTHING!

As you can see, I continue to offer my favorite things in exchange for food. Mother took platy, but she just rinsed her in the sink. I got her back when she dried. Sometimes if I drop toys in the puddle, the little ants come. They do not taste good. They are not good food. Sol Duc and I persist, though.

I may put the finger box back on the small noisy sky thing setting. Since Mother won’t give us more food. She did get a new water thing. I am not sure about it. I would rather have food.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: puddle.