A bird in the hand

Yesterday a little bird flew into the patio door which is not an unusual occurrence, but this one hit really hard. When he hadn't moved for at least 5 minutes, I decided I'd better dispose of the body. When I reached for him, his eye blinked. Thinking that he may be in shock, I cupped him in my hands to keep him warm. I think he really liked that, because after he had apparently recovered, he didn't want to leave.

Saturday

Maybe a little better this morning. It was at least an hour before I ran out of gas.
Some Relief Society ladies are here pulling weeds. All help is greatly appreciated.
The doctor says I can start having company again by the 4th. It'll be great to see the grandkids again even if they wear me out.

Condition

Richard came over Tues and mowed the lawn and pulled weed. The place sure needs a lot more of the same.
I'm really glad the treatments are over. The side effects have been worse with each treatment. Wednesday, by the time I got thru in the bathroom and got dressed, I could bearly make to my chair. All I could do all day was nap. Today's better, but still pretty bad. Hope I start coming out of it pretty soon.

Chain for Becky

Since you asked, here's the cutting of the first link:

And the last:

As most of you know, yesterday was our 44th anniversary. We went out on Wednesday since we knew my taste would be shot by Friday.
Now for the recovery period. As I mentioned on Facebook, I have no idea how long it will take. My only goals are to go back to work part-time by Aug. 1 and to need a haircut by Sept. 1.

Daytime TV

With all the rain, my days are spent reading, napping, and watching TV. Since I can't stand soaps and the contestants on game shows are so totally stupid they turn me off, it's mostly Matlock, Perry Mason, and The Heat of the Night.
I'm impressed with the police on The Heat of the Night. These guys and gals never, never waste their time on burglaries, petty theft, or break-ins let alone traffic control. No way, these folks are always investigating murders.
Now, Sparta is supposed to be a small town in rural Mississippi. I grew up in a small town in rural Oregon and I remember 2, maybe 3 killings from the time we moved there when I was 7 until I left just before I turned 18. Sparta and environs average at least 1.5 dead per week and, of course the police always catch the bad guys, so an average of at least 1.5 people get shipped of to prison per week. That's a loss of 3 citizens per week. Multiplied by 52 weeks per year comes out to 156 people per year. It's a good thing the show was cancelled, a small town can't sustain that kind of population loss long term.

Sunshine

We had sunshine yesterday afternoon. Did you see it?
It made me ambitious. I weeded the garden and replanted the cucumbers (3rd time. I think the slugs are getting them as soon as they come up.) Jan and I mowed the lawn. Actually, Jan mowed the lawn. I was able to make 2 laps around the back, then she finished. Same in the front. Legs were really shaky by then.
Goes to show, sunshine can be hazardous to your health.

Josh's tractor

Yesterday, Josh brought his lawn tractor over and mowed the lawn. It's a pretty good sized tractor and made short work of it, but the trees made the job a little hazardous. He nearly clothes-lined himself on the Spruce out front.
Ashlynn was impressed that the potatoes she planted were growing. She had to make sure daddy saw them before he left.