I like this bee.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I like this bee.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I used to have a favorite agate, chalcedony nodule
found on the beaches here, during Covid. Surprising me.
I did not expect anything and only long to find something
to sustain me, just a little. I find a stone shaped heart, agate hard
and not clear. Not chalcedony, murky with impurities.
Yet the stone sustains me and I keep walking.
Even when I see that the impurities are on the outside too.
Camouflage, refusing to be washed clean, refusing change.
That one is lost, back in its’ native mud and sand. Someday
it may be polished clear, but it shrinks as it is tossed
among the other stones. It is running out of time and surface area.
It may not be heart shaped any more. My favorite now is clear,
a rich red with tiny streamers of darker red inside. I carry it with me,
I carry it in my heart. It is more nearly shaped like a heart,
a real heart, then the conventional one that is lost.
Be warned, then, that that one may be on the beaches here.
Or it could be that it has already been picked up
and taken, the finder hoping to wash it clean and see
the clear beauty as the light shines through.
Transparency is rare. I walk a mile of beach to find even one
clear stone. Don’t be fooled by that one: the dirt is embedded.
I won’t say never, but the chances of transparency and love
shrinks as it is worn away by the restless tides
and crashing against all the other rocks.
Many of my trinkets are rocks. Agates or calcedny nodules or lots of others. Fossil snails and fossil clams.
This agate initially looks better on the ground.

But wait, let’s turn it.

Half clear and half clouded. I found this one on Marrowstone Island.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: trinket.
From the wild part of my yard.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Some fools are summer fools
other fools are sommerfugls
fugls are birds, yes, summer birds
but summer birds are butterflies
I don’t think butterflies can hum
but hummingbirds can hum and fly
flies and birds and soon it’s fall
the summer fools fool us all
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hum.
Sommerfugl is Danish and is pronounced summer fool. The literal translation is summer bird, but it means butterfly.
From my neighbor’s yard.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am still thinking about the last two Long Covid/PASC talks. (PASC is post-acute sequelae SARS-CoV-2.) I have not written about the earlier talk, which was from the group of Long Covid patients, many of the medical people, who have banded together to do their own research and advocate for research. That group said that half have ME/CFS (myalgic encephalomyopathy/chronic fatigue syndrome) and did say that they are unhappy about the research into exercise.
How do I interpret that in light of the more recent talk, with studies about exercise?
Remember that before Long Covid, we thought that about one in ten people with any severe infection may get ME/CFS. Covid-19 is a really nasty infection and hitting people way harder. However, the second talk did show evidence that many though not all Long Covid patients respond to exercise therapy. Here is my prediction: many of the Long Covid people will recover in the two year time line. Two years more or less and that’s if they get help and therapy. However, we may have ten percent, and that’s a guess, that will have a longer course. Ten percent of the people with Long Covid is a very large number of people.
My hope is also that we will learn much more about the immune system and we will be much better at treating and even curing ME/CFS. Something good out of a terrible pandemic.
There also is a recent article about people who tested negative for Covid-19, who have Long Covid. I think I am one of them. In March of 2021 I was tested twice for Covid-19 and was negative. I was also negative for strep A, influenza and RSV and we stopped testing. I needed oxygen. I did take penicillin because of the two previous strep A pneumonias. I had had my three vaccines already. Why do I think it was Covid-19? When the immunologist tested my antibody level in November 2021, he said it was the highest level he’d ever seen. Over 50 was protective and I had 25,000. I thought, that’s weird, from the vaccines? Then I got Covid-19 again in April and had super mild sniffles. I tested because I was traveling and had to push my travel back a week. I think that I tested negative, but remember, we were testing nasal drainage. I’ve only ever had one sinus infection in my life and I’m one of those people who got strep A as a child over and over. As an adult it is throat and lungs that are most vulnerable. I think some people do not shed Covid-19 in their nose. They might have gotten a different result if they had swabbed my tonsils. With that second round the home test was negative again, but I had to get an official travel test. I did it right away, five days before my plane. That test was positive.
There is discussion going on, whether Long Covid that looks like ME/CFS is the same thing or not. My suspicion is that we will see many of the people recover from the PEM (post exertional malaise), but that some will have a longer, more difficult course. And it is not very predictable. The hospitalized people who go through exercise are mostly recovering. They were debilitated from time in bed, on a ventilator, on a heart lung bypass machine. Yet there are people who were never hospitalized, had no preexisting conditions, were athletes and are still struggling. This is a nasty, unpredictable virus. A scintilla of hope and of fear.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: scintilla.
The agate is from Marrowstone Island. Only part of it is clear. This is one I had to dig out of hard mud.

Cupid shoots seven arrows from her quiver.
Eons of experience, she hits where she aims.
Six hit in my heart but the seventh in my liver.
Now I can’t eat gluten and wine gives me pains.
I wonder if hearts are like cats’ lives?
I think it’s seven but it might be nine.
The thought of more arrows gives me hives.
I’ve had enough of love to last through time.
I hope it’s seven and the arrows are done
And Cupid wanders by and fails to see me.
I’ll emulate Hestia and Artemis for fun
And Artemis’s hunt stays protective from the the trees.
The love of friends is enough for me.
An empty quiver will set me free.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: quiver. The statue is Galatea, in Port Townsend.
I found this skull hiking as a kid. It was very very clean already. I suspect it is an opossum, but I am not sure. It did have two sharp longer teeth in front but they have fallen away.
No vermin here. I wish Elwha liked to eat the tiny ants, though.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: vermin.
A very happy bee on my neighbor’s flowers.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
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