Each dawn is a surprise and now, I am generally awake to enjoy it.
If I had been paying attention, perhaps I would have considered rising really early this morning, in the hope of catching the lunar eclipse.
But being the dope I am, I read that it would start at 4 o’clock and made a note to watch out this afternoon for the grand event.
When I mentioned it to Grant he said:
“Every time there’s a celestial event we get bad weather.”
Brain was fretful last night, resisting sleep so when I finally persuaded it to switch off, I doubt I would have asked it to clock back on again so soon after.
Excuses. I understand it was cloudy anyway.
Some photographs are not brilliant compositions but capture pleasing shapes or colours.
Most of these were taken on October 25th.
How often do we see the world filtered?
How do you teach yourself to see beyond the filter/s?
Does the filter sometimes become more important than the view beyond?
October 25th was particularly stunning, but it was two days before I downloaded my photographs and I am only now finding time to go back and examine them.
And not because I have run short of subjects to record.
In truth, as I put this together, I am trying to organize some thoughts for a new medical encounter tomorrow.
At best, these appointments enervate me. This new one is to be on Zoom. Technology to cope with as well.
It’s my quest to find a physician that will respect me.
Surely it’s not too much to ask?
There’s no reason I should have to see a woman who makes me feel worse. Why do I feel so nervous about saying so?
Ms “30 pills for 30 days”. I need an extra pill just to go and see the insulting witch. How can that be right?
So I won’t. See her again.
Concern over getting the matter sorted led me to accepting an afternoon Zoom appointment, even though I have another, regular appointment in the morning. Two encounters in one day.
It seems I have become something of a recluse.
It’s not that I don’t like people. I like some just fine.
At a distance.
How did I ever manage a job dealing with the travelling public?
Maybe it was them that made me into the neurotic old woman that I have become. I think they played a part.
What really makes me nervous is a crowd and my idea of a crowd has changed somewhat. Anything more than a roomful would have me gasping these days.
Which is why I live in the country with eleven cats.
And I shall learn to love Zoom appointments.
It’s strange how our comfort zones change over time, and how we adapt to perform outside of our normal parameters. I have always been introverted and yet have stood in front of large audiences doing lectures and presentations and have enjoyed being Chair of a charity. Nowadays I avoid anything too peopley!
As a child, I really wanted to be an actress. From the age of 16, when I came to the States, I was terrified of public speaking and socially awkward. The passengers I dealt with every day were different because we were strangers for the most part. Most of them I never saw again, so all I had to do was the best I could, on the day, and if they didn’t like it, it mattered not. Sometimes they wrote but that didn’t have any affect. Unless they wanted to offer a compliment and said I had waived excess charges and offered free upgrades. Fortunately not many wrote nice letters!
Beautiful photos! The different fall colours are just so lovely. I think you’re right, dealing with people over the years do change us – it certainly is the case with me. I’m more than happy to avoid them now at all cost!
And I agree, forget about the insulting witch … good luck with your Zoom appointment 👀.
I have never tried Zoom, Facetime, or anything similar. The closest I got was having to send my doctor a photograph of a spider bite on my hand. I had to go to see someone after the photo anyway, so could have saved everyone’s time by just going there first.
Best wishes, Pete.
I can’t cope with crowds. The only way I ever manage is to hide my face between the front and back wrappers of a chocolate bar. Of course, I have to eat my way in first.
One does what one must! You should read my story about a hospital stay last year. It’s called THE VOICE. I can laugh about it now, but at the time I was crazed!