The Great News

 

We had two nice days in a row with nice rain showers.  I loved the water droplets that stayed on the plants overnight.

The new air conditioner has done a lot of dehumidifying but little actual cooling.  And that's fine with me.  The ten-day forecast shows temps in the high 80's but no 90's.

But the great news - I had a good eye doctor visit today.  The gas bubble that held the new piece of cornea has resolved and everything looks good.  The post-op drops have been decreased from four to one.  No more restrictions, and I no longer need to sleep flat on my back.

And, I can cut off that green bracelet warning that I have a gas bubble in  my eye, contact ophthalmologist on reverse side of the bracelet before treatment.

I don't have to go back until almost three weeks.  Hopefully now I can relax and not be as anxious.  I didn't expect that anxiety, but it's probably normal after last summer's repeat eye surgeries.

Surprise

 

When Sarah came last night, she brought this delightful piece of pottery from a gallery display that I'd enjoyed.  I'd especially liked the shiny leaves.  It was the nicest surprise.

On her way, Sarah stopped in Berea to run two miles on the college track.  (This is not a surprise.)  She never ran track, but she did have one year of college cross country, different track though.

I'm doing well post surgery, just more tired than I expected.  And bored, there's that too.  I see the doctor again on Thursday and am hoping to be cleared to do a little sewing/piecing. I'm just not sure if that would be too much bending, but I'll find out soon enough.

Random

 

Morning glories are starting to flower, and the purple is as pretty as the pictures in the seed catalog.

This is the weather day we've been wishing for - sunny and temps way, way below 90 degrees.

Yesterday grand guy Aaron drove me to my doctor appointment.  All those times I've driven him to preschool or to appointments or for a day out, and now he was driving me.

I'm getting used to the idea of having someone else's cornea in my eye.  I don't think about it often, but when I do it feels a little strange.  I'm grateful to that person who checked the box on the drivers license.  And I'll try to be a good steward of the gift.

Post Op

 

Partial corneal transplant on Monday went well, and I have the expected bag of drops.  The surgery took about an hour and there was an hour wait afterward for a final check to be sure the new cornea was attached.  And then I went home.

Tuesday morning's appointment found the cornea attached but the pressure a little high.  So, another drop.

Wednesday I could be up and about, no longer needing to stay flat on my back except for 5 minutes up each hour.

Today, Thursday, the new drop has done its job and the pressure is back down, cornea is still attached.  Next visit is in a week

I can now use my laptop in a seated position, just no bending over or lifting over 5 pounds.

Vision is blurry, not back to where it was, but that's to be expected with the gas bubble that holds the cornea in place and with the dilating drop.  There has never been any pain except for a few minutes immediately after the surgery.

And so, we continue on.

Welcome

 Like the rest of you gardeners, I've planted and watered and  fertilized and sometimes weeded.  Admired the blooms and vegetables that have arrived and worried over those that haven't.

But what caught my attention this morning was a a delightful  fragrance from a bush near the hose that I'd completely ignored.  It  was planted long ago in a space wrong for it.  It grew to be  partially shaded by a larger plant and was too close to the house, where the afternoon sun heated the bricks.  It never saw a drop of the blue liquid fertilizer and didn't even get mulched.

And there it was blooming and happy and bug-free and smelling wonderful.  Ignored by me and certainly by the critters.

There may be a life lesson here, but today I don't know what it is.  

Welcome, pretty yellow roses.  It's your time to shine.

Milo Would Be So Proud

 

Milo was a little brown grand dog who lived in North Carolina and who loved cherry tomatoes.

His favorite tomatoes probably started out on a hybrid plant that then reseeded year after year.  And year after year he loved those tomatoes, which grew by his porch steps.

Milo is gone now, but Sarah brought me a seedling from this year's plants - actually she brought more than one.  And Milo would be so proud, they are flourishing despite deer and dry weather.

Those are ornamental grasses growing behind this tub of tomatoes - I didn't want you to think that I don't mow my yard.

Well, actually, I don't, but I have the nicest neighbor.

Found Bird

 

Some time in the spring I set out this little pottery bird in the garden, then went on with life and forgot where I'd put it.  I've been casually looking for it on and off, and this morning there it was.

Kind of hidden by the nasturtiums but basically beside the sidewalk.  Of course.

No blooms yet on the nasturtiums, but I planted them late.

The morning glory are vining well but so far, no blooms.  I should have paid attention to the seed packet - it says blooms come in late summer and fall.  So, something to look forward to.