I was so hoping that the acupuncture at Dr. Corey's office would help my glaucoma, but when I went to get the pressure checked after the last laser treatment, it was even higher than before. Yikes. So they've scheduled me for next week to have cataract surgery in my left eye, at which time they will also put in some kind of drainage system that will help keep the pressure down. They said either "stents" or some other system that almost sounds like a tiny "hose". Doc said he would consult with other doctors to see which system would likely work best for my kind of glaucoma. So next Monday they will do my left eye, then the week after that, they will do my right eye. This will apparently vastly change my sight so I will then need new lenses in my glasses. So I've got a pretty expensive month ahead of me...
I'll take a couple weeks off from work. They said I could see well enough to work, but I figure since I drive when I work, it seems like if I'm a) light sensitive and b) my sight will be vastly different (they said to wait a month to get new lenses)... then add to that c) I'm not supposed to wear any eye makeup for those 2 weeks... I figure it's best to just take it easy, let them heal good. I think driving with the vision change and light sensitivity will probably lead to a headache, and I hate driving with a headache! So I'll make it a point to get some plants in, get repotting done, make decisions about what to keep and what to part with. That Holy Cross festival is during that time - I give them a couple flats of plants every year, so that will give me plenty of time to get that ready for them.
An old friend from HS has been asking for "loans" lately... I know I will never see the money back, and that's ok. It's been mostly small "asks" that don't hurt me, and I feel terrible that, at our age, she is struggling so much. But I will probably use this month of extra expenditures as an excuse to stop the money-train, even if just temporarily. After a couple asks in the same week, I'm wondering if this is going to be habitual. Her last request was only for $20 for gas money.... "My son (who she lives with) may have a job soon and needs money for gas." He's apparently plagued by anxiety and has trouble working or keeping a job. I think he may even be on disability because of it, but I'm not sure of that. What a hard mess her life is... (And as I am typing this, another request came through...)
I have a couple other friends who really struggle. I don't mind helping because I just feel blessed that I have enough, that life has been good to me. I'm not rich, but I can cover all my expenses and have enough for modest "extras." A lot more than many...
My poor 18-year-old cat, Pearl, isn't exactly thriving. She seems to be vomiting a few times a day. She still has an appetite and eats ok, though she's lost a lot of weight over the last couple years. And she keeps her food down initially. Right now, it seems like she eats, then she's very restless and (unlike most cats who go straight to a nap after eating), she wanders around and "complains" for awhile. Then she'll finally settle down to a nap. But eventually, it seems that what gets her up is the need to throw up. I find spots all over the place. Most of the time, I think she has mostly digested what she ate so it's just stomach bile. But then there are other times it's undigested food. Poor baby. I know she's "on her way out", soon to join my other babies at the Rainbow Bridge. The vet says her kidneys are failing, slowly (or maybe not so slowly...) She's been a great companion - she's my bed buddy. We've slept together since I've had her. I get in my recliner, even just for a kick-back, and bam! - she's on my lap. I'm really going to miss that. **SIGH**
Today, I repotted another couple of Gasterias and brought them in. They are all terribly potbound! I have one more I'll repot tomorrow.
Two Hoyas are blooming today - probably more, but these are two I want to highlight. I've had this little variegated wayetti for a couple years. Of course, some think it's kentiana, not wayetti, others think it's neither. But now that it's bloomed, I'm more convinced than every that it is, indeed, wayetti...
This is definitely wayetti flowers. For aesthetics, I still love the old green wayetti better. I mean, who doesn't love a variegated plant? But the leaves want to fold on this variegated variety which kind of spoils the looks a little in my opinion.
The other one blooming is a mystery Hoya. My best guess is that it is probably patcharawalai (aka icensis), but since I lost the tag, I can't be 100% sure...
If I'm right, it's the first time it's bloomed. It got a lot of light this summer, so I'm guessing it's one of those that needs more light to bloom. It's got another umbel budding besides this one.
And yesterday, I noticed this very interesting and pretty plant coming up with a lot of other weeds in a pot outside next to the GH. I googled it and it turns out it is a species of Hibiscus that can be very invasive. I've been here nearly 40 years and have never seen it before, so I'm really perplexed where it came from. I guess I wonder if it's possible there was a seed of it in the pot of a plant I put in that pot earlier in the spring. I lost that plant when the weather got so terribly hot, then this one emerged. Anyway, it had a couple buds on it and today, one opened and oh, it's so pretty!...
Unlike the Hibiscus I'm used to seeing, this flower is only about 1" or so across! So cute! I don't think I mind if this adorable thing comes up again next year!
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I started this a few days ago, then Pearl just stopped eating. She sat like a loaf, here and there, looking utterly miserable. This went on for 2 days - not sleeping with me at night, just that loaf, on the floor, in none of her favorite "spots". Then she started moving around a bit, but she was oh-so-wobbly. She would come up like she wanted to eat when I got out the canned food, she would sniff it and eventually wobble away. Last night, she wanted on my lap at bedtime, which I thought was either a good sign or a bad sign. Is she better, or just closer to the end and wants to be close? This morning, she actually ate a little bit, so maybe she's rallying a bit. I know she isn't long for this world, so I'm have no illusions of improvement, but maybe she's not quite ready. But she is definitely NOT herself. No constant talking, very subdued and obviously not comfortable. I pray for the powers that be, that all her loved ones... Daddy, Grandma, Uncle Wes, her sister Bella and of course, Lucy... I ask that they are all calling her into their loving arms. My favorite photo of Pearl with Lucy:
It's been almost exactly 10 years since we lost Lucy (end of July, 2016) and I think it's time for them to be together again. Go into the light, my little fluff-muffin...đź’”
Sunday, I repotted a Rhipsalis into a hanging pot as it had gotten quite lenghty, but I found that one of the stems seemed to be rotting, a stem that had quite a lot of nice new growth from this past summer. It was rotting at the base, so I took cuttings and this morning, I will pot them with hopes that they will root before winter. Actually, I think what I will do is put them in perlite as that produces such nice roots - and then I will plant them back in with the rest of what's left. I don't want to risk losing it as it's one of my favorite Rhips because of it's amazing "twisted" looking stems! Here are the cutting sitting on my kitchen counter, callousing over...
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Now it's Friday. I woke at 4:30 to the cats chasing a bat. Oh great - I thought I had that problem resolved! I had the access to the attic sealed a while ago... I'm thinking it might already be a couple years ago. I assumed that's where they would come in. Well, I managed to get it confined to the greenhouse - at least I'm 99% sure it went out there. It had landed on the bamboo blinds I have in front of the slider, on the door side, and I opened the door, pulled the blinds and I assume it flew in there. After I slammed the door shut, I heard a small "bang" on the window, so I'm pretty sure it was the bat no coming toward the light and not seeing the glass. So I waited for the sun to come up and went out there to find it, catch it and either release or call the Humane Society to test it. I don't usually do that, but sine Little Man isn't vaccinated, I may do that. I haven't decided yet. Google says that only about .5% of bats in Nebraska get rabies, so it's a slim chance that it would be infected... anyway, I never found it. I keep stepping out there and looking for it, but it's probably tucked in someplace within a plant or behind something and I can't find it. There's a slim chance it did not go into the GH, but two things... 1) I didn't imagine the "bang" and nothing else explains that. And 2) surely the cats would have known and continued to chase it. Unless, of course, it settled down somewhere. If that's the case, it will be back after dark. But more likely than not, it's in the GH. I may just have to wait for it to starve to death, which is sad. According to Google, it only takes a couple days of not eating for a bat to succumb to starvation. Sorry dude... Of course, I suppose there's a chance I won't even find it's body until, for example, I go to repot a large plant, or I pull something out to clean behind it.
Brian, the handyman, will come by today and check out my chimney to see if maybe the bats could be coming in there. If there is not screen cover, he'll put one on. And I'll have him put on a better vent cover on my dryer vent. That's pretty cheap and shitty and I think they could get in there, thought I wouldn't think they could get in the house unless the pipe behind has pulled loose. Maybe he'll have other ideas of where they might be getting in...
So I'm thinking about kicking back for a nap. But I wanted to get this published before I did that rather than letting it go on longer. I wanted to say that Pearl seems to have rallied somewhat. She's been eating a little, and she has even spent a little time on my lap and once up on the bed. I'm sure her kidneys are probably shutting down and it's just a matter of time, but until she gives me a clear sign or I find her lifeless body, I'm just going to make the best of what's left of her time. I ordered (and will receive today) a pheromone diffuser that will hopefully help keep her calm and give her some peace...
We're almost 1 week from the 5 year anniversary of Mark's death. Wow. Where does time go? You know what's great about time? You forget the bad shit, or it at least takes a "back seat" to the good shit. I really do miss him more now than I did right (and for a while) after he died. I was pretty hostile for a while. Mad that he didn't take better care of himself. Mad that he was such a crappy "help mate". Mad that his health issues that were the result of his bad choices ruled my life for so long. But time has softened my memories, I guess. Seems like I think more about the parts worth missing... his spontaneity, how comfortable he was in his own skin, how totally chill he was. He always called me 'neice, or sometimes Blondie (unless my hairdresser got my hair too dark, then it was "Red" LOL). Until the last few years when he had to rely on me so much, he rarely said "those three words", but he would say something like "dig ya like a backhoe, baby!" When his health got bad, he told me at least once a day that he loved me. I think he realized how little he expressed it up to then and thought I need to hear it. I appreciated the sentiment, but I always knew how he felt. Anyway, the point is, I do miss a lot about him these days. But I will also stress that I do love what I've done to the house (some of which he would have objected to) and how tidy and clean it is all the time. I will never miss what a slob he was! LOL
And I'm off for that nap. More another day!