Largely, it’s all these Fall photographs.
Every day a new vision.
Colours brighter than I have ever seen before.
Each time of day a new perspective.
It is also distracting. Yesterday I nearly blew an appointment because I had got into my head that it was for 3:30.
Killing time, I was out on the porch at 2:45 and noticed an interesting spider. As I bent to take it’s picture with my phone, a message came into view, a reminder for my 3 pm appointment.
With no putt-putts to delay us, we made record time to Greenwich and still I gawped at trees, employing my old camera that lives in my bag for just such occasions.
Fortunately, I was not obliged to apologize, as I arrived slightly breathless but very punctual for my vision re-check.
All good, but I shall be getting a “tweaked” prescription and some reading glasses. As I told my doctor, I think what has been done for me is miraculous.
Normally our excursions are accomplished earlier in the day, so it was a chance to catch the late afternoon light.
After my quite long appointment, we attempted to collect a prescription from the supermarket, but no, it couldn’t be released until tomorrow. 30 days from last pick-up.
New York State keeping us drug addicts in check.
As if .5mg of Ativan is such a BIG DEAL.
Half my anxiety comes from worrying whether or not I will be able to obtain my medication before withdrawal sets in which seems pretty daft, not to mention annoying.
Of course, if I had a doctor who was a reasonable human being, I wouldn’t have this issue in the first place. But I guess us old folks can’t be trusted to be responsible.
On the way home I gnashed my teeth, but it didn’t stop me enjoying the lovely late afternoon and as I had to go back today for the wretched prescription, for once I drove myself.
It is another stunning Fall day and I had to concentrate hard on the road as so many visions shot past. The leaves a little dryer, a little crisper.
This year even the browns are brilliant.
On the way home, I swung by the Post Office where I was relieved to find that my replacement election ballot had arrived, the first one having gone astray.
On the way out, I thought: “God, that tree is stunning!”
Whereupon the pavement jumped up and tripped me. I am an expert at falling and can generally control the part of me that will make hard contact but I’ve not done this lately so I said something rude as visions of hospital beds flashed through my mind.
Apparently I have not lost my skill. Just a bent fingernail.
Timing is really everything.
Rushing out yesterday to capture a particularly delightful fall of sunlight, I got the camera lined up just as the sun went in. So I waited, and waited…
Finally giving up I turned to come back in just in time to see a Towhee on the patio. First one we’ve seen for ages. Not that it stopped to chat, but bird sightings are always important.
Now that I look at the quick snap I got, I’m not so sure it wasn’t a Junco but because I am so behind, I haven’t had time to actually download the last lot of images from that camera…
Until I retired, I was always pretty good at time management and multi-tasking but in those days I had a comparatively small number of cats.
So I shall blame it on them that I have become so disorganized.
That’s fair, isn’t it?