I started physical therapy this morning to strengthen my shoulders. Years ago I had an issue with my right rotator cuff, and did PT in an effort to avoid surgery. It worked. Lately I have noticed the same pain in both my shoulders so I asked my Nurse Practitioner for a script to start PT.
I’m scheduled for four appointments, 2 this week and 2 next week, all at 7 a.m., at a physical therapy place about 6 miles away from home. Should be easy. But as we all know….
It was a chilly but beautiful morning.
The state of Michigan is working on the freeways around here, and all 3 of the nearby entrance ramps, going north or south, are closed. So when I left home at 6:40 to go the 6 miles to my 7 a.m. appointment I shouldn’t have been shocked to see all the surface streets bumper to bumper.
But I was.
What was I thinking? I’d forgotten about how awful commuting is around here, especially when the freeway is essentially closed. I’ll spare you the gory details but I was 15 minutes late for my first PT appointment.
After my workout, in an effort to find a more strategic route before Wednesday’s appointment, I drove around in ever expanding circles, trying to find a way onto the freeway. Eventually it was obvious that wasn’t going to work. The freeway is not an option. (I guess thousands of commuters had already come to that conclusion, hence my morning.)
I headed home, down a dirt road I rarely travel, through farms and woods, with little traffic. Which was good because I had to come to a dead stop to avoid running over a bunny rabbit skipping across the road in front of me. And shortly after that, at eye level on a tree right next to the road was a male pileated woodpecker with most of his face inside a tree. If I’d been in my passenger seat I’d have been able to reach out and touch him. He was so focused he didn’t move as I drove slowly by wishing for my camera. And as I drove up the last bit of dirt road, close to home I had to stop again as a muskrat ambled from one swampy area and across the road to another.
If I hadn’t been late to my PT and attempting to find a better route I’d never have seen the rabbit, the woodpecker or the muskrat. The combination of all three made me forget my morning commute frustrations. I’m still smiling.
Mom, I’ll help you do your shoulder exercises here at home!
I don’t have photos, but I know you have a sense of imagination…so I’ll leave it to you to picture it all. And later today I’ll go out and figure out a better way to get to that next appointment, but it feels like I’m going to have to leave home at 6 a.m. to make it on time.
Here in Michigan spring can be a long time coming. Oh, I definitely have specific things that herald winter’s exit, like the sound of red winged blackbirds and singing frogs hanging at the pond across the street.
Announcing his arrival in the neighborhood.
And there are the marsh marigolds brightening up banks of our local streams.
These are from last year, but I bet if I go look they’re up this year too!
Still, we know that the snow could return any day, and likely will. We dream of warmth and trilliums, still a few weeks away.
One of my favorite signs of spring, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Goldfinches turning yellow are a definite sign we’re finally on our way out of the gray, cold weather.
In the winter both the male and female goldfinches are an olive green. But once the weather warms up the males start to sport bright yellow feathers. I began to notice the color change last week, even as the icy rain continues.
Miserable, he’s waiting for me to fill his feeder.
Today I glanced up and my finch feeder was full of birds, all cold and hungry. You can see the patchy yellow on the male birds.
Shot from the other side of the living room, through the window.
I could feel sad about all the grey skies and cold rain. But it’s impossible to feel down when my finches are turning gold!
Stop typing and come fill the feeders, lady!
Spring is here, I’m positive. And I dare mother nature to even think about snowing on us now!
What you talkin about, lady? Of COURSE it’s gonna snow again!
I am between laptops, the old one is being migrated over to the latest version of wonderfulness. (That was sarcastic, you know I hate change.) It’s a slow process, mostly because of pictures. So while I don’t have full access to stuff stored there, and now other places, I have been trying to wean myself away from the camera.
It’s not easy.
Cedar waxwings
My husband says I had over 250,000 images stored on the laptop. No wonder it was just chugging along. I know that I don’t need all of those and I had started the process of weeding. But I got bogged down, and that was before I was knew and became intimidated by the sheer number.
Lake Michigan
Anyway.
I will find some images to add to this post, pulled from an external hard drive, of which I think I now have 4. How about I randomly just pull some pretty pictures and stick them here and there in this post and see how it turns out?
Katie
I’ve been wondering, but not seriously, if I could pick just my favorite images and put them in a file folder and let the rest go. Of course this wondering was way before I knew there were 250,000 to choose from.
I wonder how big the favorites file would become?
Magnolia in Florida
And would the favorites have classifications? You know, like Katie, and night skies, and barns and Penny, and Alabama, and camping, and family and my Great Lakes?
Wait. That’s kind of what I have now.
Chippewa Nature Preserve
Maybe I should just find another hobby to obsess over. But I haven’t learned all I want to learn with photography yet.
It’s the same with watercolor painting. I like to paint, but what do you DO with all the stuff you produce?
Ingham County barn
I need to learn to be ruthless and throw stuff away.
We remodeled the basement, and in that process moved everything that was piled down there out to the garage, into the guest rooms, the dining room, the living room. What once were slightly disorganized piles of stuff hidden away are now slightly disorganized piles of stuff all over the house.
Milky Way and the Harrisville lighthouse
The remodel is essentially done and it’s time to move this stuff back. But would it make more sense to put most of it at the curb? Perhaps without even looking at it? Because if I look, well, that’s how I ended up with 250,000 images stored on my laptop and me with decision paralysis.
Norway
Stay tuned. Or not. We can always figure it out tomorrow. Or next year. I think I’ll go look through some old image files.
You haven’t heard from me in awhile, but there’s a very good reason. It was the moon’s fault.
You remember back a couple three weeks when we enjoyed the lunar eclipse? Well you know I was out in my backyard attempting to capture the beauty of it all.
I thought it was going to be easy.
I went out early in the evening, before the eclipse began, and shot an image of the moon just to make sure I could focus and get the light right. The camera auto focused on the moon and I was happy with the image.
Early in the evening.
So I went to bed and set the alarm for 2 which is when the news people said we’d be close to the full eclipse. But that was silly. Because when I got out there after 2 a.m. I had missed the whole first half of the eclipse. I don’t know what I was thinking!
I did, however, get to see the full eclipse. I wasn’t really enjoying it in the moment though because I couldn’t get the camera to focus.
Turns out there was so little light coming off the moon that the camera couldn’t figure out what to focus on. The focus ring kept moving, the lens trying so hard to find something to latch onto, but it continued to fail. Meanwhile the eclipse was moving right along on schedule. So I changed it to manual focus and tried to do the best I could, using skills learned in my Milky Way class.
I went back to bed at 5 a.m., cold to the core, but happy knowing I had 191 images. Of the moon. And even though I knew a good percentage of them were garbage, I knew a handful would probably be good. Or at least good enough.
In the morning I downloaded the images to an external hard drive because my laptop memory is pretty full. But when I went to open up my first image all I got was colored lines.
I and my husband have been trying off and on since then to figure out what the deal is. I’ll save you all the details, but it turns out if you shoot in RAW you need to have special software to read the data and see your image. At least you do with my new camera, the Nikon Z6iii. It’s confusing because I know for a fact that I haven’t had trouble shooting and reading RAW images in the past. All my night shooting has been in RAW and this has never been an issue.
It’s a lot like those running shoes I used to wear. As soon as I found a pair that felt good the manufacturer would change something and I’d have to find a new shoe.
Anyway.
Today husband finally figured out that we needed to download Nikon’s software which he did on our desktop computer and I finally got to see my moon images for the first time since sitting out there in the cold, all those weeks ago.
Today I deleted lots of images. I kept lots too. But this one, the one below turns out to be my favorite because of the stars shimmering around the moon.
Now I know you can’t actually see the stars, I usually have to lighten up images quite a bit to post them on WP or FB. But oddly tonight when I tried to edit this image the entire Lightroom Classic edit page is different. I can’t find the crop. I can’t figure out how to make the stars shine brighter. I can’t find much of anything. So…tired and feeling defeated, I give up.
What you see is what I’m able to figure out. I’ve spent way too much time today trying to get stuff to work. Tomorrow, I promise, is another day.
And right now I’m going to go back to the desktop with it’s big screen and look at this image and sigh, remembering a magical night under the stars.
I would like to let you all know that my good friend Deuce the cocker spaniel is now safe with me and his other dog friends over the Rainbow Bridge. Last night mama asked me to keep an eye out for him because he’d be journeying today, and to make sure he got introduced around here once he arrived.
Deuce, May 23, 2012 – March 18, 2025.
She said she didn’t want him to feel alone or scared, and since we were buddies back in the day she knew I’d be glad to see him again and that I’d take good care of him. Well, it turns out there were several dog friends waiting expectantly for him, so he had quite a wonderful reunion.
Deuce could fly even before he crossed the bridge!
Mama also asked me to tell you about his remarkable life because, she says, typing when her eyes are leaking is really hard. So, let me tell you about my friend Deuce.
Always happy when he could run on a trail.
Deuce and I go way back. Our moms got us together pretty often to walk in parks, near his house and over at my parks too. Some of my best walks ever were with my friend Deuce.
We sure enjoyed walking together.
He was always a gentleman and let me pee on stuff first, then he’d pee there to validate the spot. We usually walked separately but together, if you know what I mean. If either of us discovered a good spot we’d invite the other one over to enjoy it, but in general we were our own dog on most of our walks.
Sometimes he liked to photobomb me, just for fun.
Not to say we didn’t sit near each other a lot when asked, mostly to humor the moms.
Yep, we’d sit together if it made the moms happy.
But Deuce did a lot of other things besides walk with me. He was a very dedicated, certified, therapy dog. He visited nursing homes and schools and had special friends there that loved him, and he loved them back.
Deuce pays his respect at a wall honoring military dogs who have gone on ahead.
As soon as he put his therapy dog vest on he knew he was working and he loved every minute of it. Why he even went up to people in wheelchairs when he was out and about and not in his official capacity. He just seemed to know when someone needed a little snuggle.
A special stop to visit Cody the therapy dog.
He liked adventure too. One summer I took Deuce and his mom camping with me. Deuce had never camped before but he settled right into the new experience. He had his own tent that he shared with his mom, and his own chair to sit in when we hung out around the fire.
We each had our own tents, no cohabitating allowed!
But mostly on that trip we walked and played in the woods around the campground. Deuce liked to climb up on stuff we’d find there; he was a very good jumper.
Deuce never met a log he didn’t want to climb on!
He was a few years younger than me, so usually I let him jump high up and pose and I’d settle myself somewhere below.
We liked to goof off together.
Both of us were good about sharing our moms. And we let them take as many pictures of us as they wanted. Which, I guess, is good now that he’s up here with me. I think all those pictures will make our moms feel just a little better as they remember all the good times we had together.
I love you, mom! We’re a team!
I feel I’ve known Deuce forever! I first met him at doggy school where we were both learning obedience. Deuce was much more obedient than me. He was such a fast learner and such a good dog. He was and always will be his mom’s Little Buddy, and he’d do or learn anything for her.
She doesn’t know what she will do without him.
Deuce and his mom on our camping adventure.
Deuce says he wants to reassure her that he’ll be watching over her and his younger brothers and if she needs him, especially to put the youngest one in his place, why, he’ll be right there. Guaranteed.
His walks with his mom were special.
He says he’s sorry he had to move on, but as the top dog of the household it’s his responsibility to make sure everything up ahead is copesetic. He says that will be one of his main duties while he’s here waiting for his mom.
I figure there will also be time for long walks, and maybe even some running and jumping, just like he and I used to do.
Things look good up here, mom!
Deuce and I used to race each other sometimes on our walks. We’d line up and the moms would call “COME!” and we’d both run toward them. I usually let Deuce win. Though it’s entirely possible he was just faster than me. Up here ,everybody wins and we get to run and run as much as we want!
He beat me fair and square on this race.
Deuce and his mom were a great team. He wants her to remember him that way, as part of their team while they did obedience, or rally, or when he was working as a therapy dog, or even when they were just walking through the woods together.
Team Deuce.
Deuce says he’ll always be part of that team and he’ll always love his mom, just like she’ll always love him.
Deuce looked handsome in any season.
He reminds us that love is forever, no matter what. I know you guys will miss seeing him every day, but if you look closely, when you’re out in the woods, or napping on the sofa, or training one of the younger dogs, I bet you’ll see him, right there, just around that corner.
Deuce stayed with my folks once, after I had to leave. He helped them when they were missing me.
You might not see it right now, but he’s smiling, and patiently waiting until he sees you again. In the meantime Deuce and I have walks to do and dogs to meet. Please be happy for us. We are young and healthy and feeling wonderful now.
Sometimes Deuce looked like a grumpy old man, but he was always smiling underneath.
We promise we’ll be right here when it’s your time to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
We’re together, right here over the bridge, waiting for our people!
Deuce is a special boy, and he touched the lives of a whole lot of people. I know you all wish him the very best adventures over on this side of the Rainbow Bridge.
Well, we’ve got a lot to do up here, so I’ll sign off for now, Deuce and I just wanted you to know we’re doing just fine and we love you.
Talk later,
Your Bridge Tour Guide, Katie-girl, and her Intrepid Buddy, Deuce.
Mom and daddy say that it’s time that I stop all my temper tantrums at home and the barking and lunging at doggies at school, and the chasing cars and joggers and bicycles thing. Also my very loud and insistent objections to things like the shower being turned on, or the refrigerator door being closed without me getting anything.
You know, stuff like that.
It’s a new day, mom!
So they had a lady come over to the house to meet me. She’s very nice and has the best treats! After initially barking at her and then jumping on her I decided to show her my very best behavior and I sat. I sat a lot and stared expectantly at her.
Do you have the GOOD treats?
And every time I looked at her while something noisy was happening in the house she gave me a teeny tiny barely there treat. I thought this was the best game ever!
So now mom and daddy are trying to anticipate my outbursts and get my attention before I go off on them. I seem to be getting more attention and more treats lately. We’re only a few days in but I like it!
All this training is wearing me out. I think mom and dad are tired too.
Then yesterday mom took me out to a park and we practiced heeling and downing and sitting and coming and stuff. Lots of treats there too.
Coming in for the cheese, mom!
I may have hit the jackpot!
And then…last night, just when I was settling into my after supper nap which leads to my after supper sleep, mom woke me up and put me in the car and we went to a little historic town nearby where we met up with the same nice lady and another family with their dog, and we walked around town!
This is kinda weird. I’m usually asleep by now!
Well! I’m not real happy about being near noisy cars and I was a little bit hyper but the nice lady and my mom would just make a sound that reminded me to look at them and then I got a treat!
Mom brought cheese!
We walked around and around and around this little town and I was mostly good. Sometimes I couldn’t help it and I’d forget to look at mom and start barking and twirling over something, and a couple times she had to hug me to calm me down, but overall I am beginning to learn that mom’s got my back and I don’t have to protect her from anything.
Thanks, mom (and nice lady) for always looking out for me. And for the cheese.
Maybe.
I bet mom and I will be having more of these adventures. I can’t decide if I like them better than my park adventures, but if there’s cheese…well…I’m in! Right after I take a nap.
So…after we get the car washed what are we doing next?
“Oh Christmas Family,” I thought as I drove to band rehearsal last night. “I’m glad we’re not the only people who haven’t unplugged our holiday lights yet.”
The people in this house put up their holiday lights early and leave them late into winter every year. On winter Tuesday nights as I drive to rehearsals I always smile when I see them. And I’m always sad when their lights eventually turn off.
I smile because we do something similar. Each year we put lights on one tree that sits on the corner of our lot, visible from two streets.
During the dark cold winter nights the lights on that lone tree warm me, and it turns out, our neighbors too, who always comment their appreciation of our beautiful tree.
Every winter I leave the tree lit until the end of February. And this year it seems even more important to light my little corner of the world.
These images were taken last night, after our rehearsal, using my handheld phone. Hence the focus. But I wanted to share with you what a beautiful night it was, with stars peaking out of the clouds and an almost tropical breeze. 44 degrees in Michigan in February is tropical.
Penny here. You have probably noticed a definite lack of posts from my mom. She’s neglecting this blog, yes she is, but that’s not all she’s neglecting!
Did you know that February 11th was my Gotcha Day? No you did not. Did my Gotcha Day get celebrated? No it did not.
Mom tried to make it better by telling me that they celebrate me every day, but I’m not buying it. Strike one for mom.
Then I hear very late in the day that yesterday was National Love Your Pet Day or something like that! And did I get presents and cake and streamers and stuff? No I did not.
Well! Enough is enough and I am going to file a complaint about being neglected unless I get a whole bunch of treats, and they better be the good kind too, not just part of my daily allotment of kibble.
Otherwise it’s gonna be Strike three, mom!
I ask you, how much should a Sheltie girl take before she pulls rank on the mom and dad? Now’s the time to organize! Now’s the time to protest! Now’s the time to take control!
Who’s with me?
PS: All these pictures were taken this week when mom took me to some parks to play in the snow and up to my breeder’s house to play with my dog mom and my niece Sarah. (so maybe mom doesn’t totally neglect me….maybe.)
Change Is Hard 