I read that putting copper in your bird bath can help prevent algae. Doug had a small piece of copper pipe, so we dropped it in, and it seemed to work pretty well. Until a raccoon or a crow or something stole it. So I went to the bank and asked them to dig up some pre-1982 pennies for me, and came back an hour later to see what they got. Hopefully, flat coins are a little harder to pick up than a round pipe.
Since I was sick, I missed the last 2 weeks of my pottery class. I had brought some clay home, and made a few things. The instructor was kind enough to drop off the stuff still in the studio that needed glazing, and picked up the stuff that I had at home that needed to be fired. So we set up our own little “paint your own pottery” table on the back patio.
Our bathroom has a working sink! Huzzah! So we moved all our crap from the downstairs half bath up to this one, and it’s the best thing ever. We have lower standards now.
This wasn’t the picture I intended to post, but by the time I remembered it was too late. So instead, a photo of a Ferrous, deeply asleep with his paw over his nose.
I’ve been sitting outside as much as I can and enjoying the assorted birds and other critters that come around. Our bird bath gets a lot of use: robins and starlings in particular love to splash around in it, and many other birds (and sometimes squirrels and even bees) stop by for a drink. Mourning doves are regular customers.
They took the IV line out today. So I’m no longer carrying around the bag that delivers 24 hour meds. And I could finally take a decent shower, since I didn’t have to worry about keeping my left arm dry. It’s the little things, y’know?
Doug picked up my glaze color test chips, and a few of my pieces from the clay studio at the community center. So we did some glazing today. My instructor is going to swing by Monday afternoon to pick stuff up and bring it to the studio kiln tomorrow.
Doug posted about the shower, which is all very nice. But this addition to our bath means no more going up and down the stairs at 3am to pee.
Baby steps…..
I was shocked to be wheeled into the room and discover ONE bed. Just one! A room all to myself! This happens again, I am telling my docs I want to be at Newton-Wellesley, even though they want me in MGH Boston. At least at NWH, there’s a chance of my own room; would never happen at MGH.
It’s been 8 years since I was hospitalized for a respiratory infection. The ER procedure hasn’t changed much, even though my doc had sent a message ahead of time saying I should be admitted. Still 5 hours before I got upstairs. Good times.
