Where does the time go? The Bag Lady can't believe it's almost the end of July. (Un-de-believable, as one of her friends - who is not a native English speaker - says.)
The Bag Lady is full of little complaints (yes, and aches, too) today. She got up early today with the Rancher..... he gets up between 3 and 4 am to leave for work (and doesn't get home until 7 pm - talk about a long day!) and has been battling cramps in her legs (which is why she couldn't go back to sleep for the 2 hours until her own wake time.) The Bag Lady has degenerative disc disease in her back and has been having a bad spell for the last week or so. Something has shifted yet again, causing pain, numbness and muscle weakness in her hips and legs. She has been experiencing so much muscle weakness, in fact, that she will suddenly fall to her knees! Which causes her to exclaim "Jesus!" in as joyous a voice as she can fake, in an attempt to convince people that she's been overcome by a religious fervour (fever?) and is falling to her knees to pray. (It's probably not fooling anyone, but she thought it would be better than saying "Fuck!" in public!)
She saw her doctor about this last week. She asked him rather pointedly exactly what percentage of her lower extremities had to be numb before a specialist would take her seriously. (When she saw a specialist a couple of years ago, he condescendingly told her she wasn't in bad enough shape - he couldn't do anything for her.) When she told her doctor about falling down, he decided that perhaps a CT scan was in order to have a look at what's going on. So now she is waiting for a call from the hospital where the scans are performed.
She's also a little ticked off at Google. She doesn't keep up with a lot of the goings-on around the interwebs, but remembers hearing something about Google and Hotmail joining forces (or something to that effect). Her problem is that she has multiple
personalities email accounts, and used to sign in to both, which allowed her to be the Bag Lady at the same time as she was herself. Now, though, when she is signed in as the Bag Lady, Google won't allow her to be herself! So she truly does feel as though she has multiple personality disorder because she isn't allowed to be aware of what her other personality is doing! Sigh.
To make matters worse, Blogger won't let her post any photos this morning, which is why y'all are being subjected to her litany of complaints! She will stop whining soon, though, because she has to go for a mammogram and an ultrasound this morning before she goes to work. Perhaps the idea of having her poor tiny tatas pancaked is contributing to her crankiness.....
And here is a picture of the rest of the plants in containers on the Bag Lady's deck (more flowers, several kinds of pepper plants and several tomato plants):
One of the cows who has been looking after Emel had a calf today, and she has been licking both calves. This may mean that she is willing to feed Emel and adopt him as her own..... if Emel can be convinced to suck her. He's been on a bottle for the entire 23 days of his life, so may not be able to adjust to sucking a cow. The Bag Lady is hopeful, though, that he will, because the cow seems to think he might be hers.
And these are more double petunias (for Mary Anne in Kentucky) - unfortunately, they are not at their prime, but will be again soon. The Bag Lady will try to remember to take another picture when they are looking good, but she had her camera in hand last night and wanted to show you the frilly bi-coloured prettiness.
She also spends a little time with these:
How's your summer going?
And the broccoli!
Fortunately, he didn't discover the strawberries....
The Bag Lady managed to beat the deer to the strawberries and she thoroughly enjoyed all three of them!
She had hoped that another cow would calve right away and be convinced that she had actually given birth to twins, but it didn't happen. At least he has a friend who likes to run and play with him, now that they have become acquainted:
Yes, that is a whiskey bottle with a big nipple on it..... glass bottles work the best, and this whiskey bottle holds just about the right amount!
The Bag Lady and the Rancher will continue to feed the little calf until such time as he is ready to eat hay. Feeding him twice a day will put a bit of a crimp in camping trips, but the Bag Lady is willing to accept that as a small price to pay.
Although it doesn't look it, Drip's Pond is quite deep, and one day may even have fish in it. The Bag Lady thinks a rowboat or canoe would be a lovely thing to have so she could float around on the water. Of course, she would also have to have a life jacket or personal flotation device of some kind because she can't swim!
Have a great weekend!
