“This day has a strange vibe.” observed Grant as he drove us to Clifton Park.
The thought had just been going through my own mind but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it and had decided it was just June. I’m not that keen on June.
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As ever, the camera was in my lap, but we were all the way down to River Road before I picked it up.
Then I began to see texture and a stretch of empty highway.
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A minute later we had to slow down to allow a Turkey Vulture to saunter across the road.
Quite rude of us to disturb it while enjoying fresh road kill.
If we’d known it wouldn’t fly off, we could have steered around it.
A car soon came the other way and we hoped it would slow down too.
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Grant was right, though. The day did seem slightly off. Something to do with the atmosphere, the light.
Before long, I found out that something else was off.
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The process, at my pain management clinic, is that I agree to a procedure, usually a shot or nerve ablation, which is done at a separate location. At the end of the week before, I get a call from the surgical centre to tell me my check-in time.
Last week, for the first time, no call.
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No problem, I could call them on Monday. However we have access to a Patient Portal, so I had a look and sure enough there was my time: 11:30.
As ever, we set off early, arriving at 11.
For about ten minutes we sat watching the laundromat comings and goings next door, which is always entertaining.
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But Grant had an errand, so then I went to wait inside. The waiting room for once was empty and the receptionist called me right over and took my details.
Then told my check-in time was supposed to have been 0730.
Oh no!
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Wednesday is a half-day so they were on the point of wrapping up, but the receptionist told me she would see if I could get my treatment anyway.
When she came back with the good news, I explained that I’d got the time from the portal and was told that it is never reliable.
Good to know for the future!
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That someone thought they called me last week and left a message, I do not doubt. I can only think that they must somehow have typed in a wrong digit and left a message on someone else’s voicemail.
But they said someone had called me again when I no-showed and I didn’t get that call either. Weird.
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This is the sort of situation I really hate. Where it looks as if I screwed up and I know I didn’t.
Not that anyone was trying to make me feel bad. They could not have been nicer
Oh well, fast processing at least and these things only take five minutes…
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Except yesterday being yesterday, the location of the nerves to be numbed was problematic. Too much hardware.
50% success is better than nothing.
But I really hate to screw someone’s day up like this.
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No line is a straight line!
On the way back, we deviated to see what we might see.
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“Tom’s awake, run girls!”
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“Oh Tracy, he’s going to get you!”
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“Oh no he’s not!”
“You’re such a bitch!”
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Poor Tom. He puts on such a fine display.
Our neighbours up the hill have a small farm and somehow acquired a lone peacock.
That poor bird calls out for a mate in vain.
It’s quite a sound when you don’t know its provenance!
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Japanese Pagoda Tree
Assorted wildflowers.
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Japanese Tree Lilac
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Another storm was boiling up.
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On the way out, I’d seen nothing much to photograph, but it was because I wasn’t looking.
Simple fields are so pretty.
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The storm was a real soaker , providing an aquatic-looking evening sky.
“And quite ruined my hair!”
Thank you, Carolyn, for masterly photos!
Joanna
Peacocks do make an interesting sound, I agree. The Groundhog doesn’t seem that bothered by being soaked.
We have just treached 34 dry days with no recorded rain in Norfolk. This is set to break on Sunday, when we are promised ‘significant rain’.
Best wishes, Pete.
Pretty wildflowers – I enjoy your roads, it looks so peaceful. And yes, that’s what rain do … destroy a good hairdo 😄.