My husband saw a flock of birds in the sky. We both thought they were Geese. I started taking photos. I did not get the quality photos I wanted because they were leaving the area so fast. To my surprise when I put the photos on my computer I discovered they were Wood Storks. They inhabit this area, but I had never seen them flying in formation before. They are 36-42 inches long, with a wingspan of 5 1/2 feet. This is the only Stork in North America.
Following is a close up picture of a Wood Stork I found on line, showing details of wings and coloring.
I started taking pictures of the moon Sunday night September 27 before the eclipse was supposed to happen. The moon looked so beautiful among the clouds I could not resist photographing that big shiny object.
At last between 9:30 and 10:00 p.m. the clouds cleared enough to finally capture a photo of the eclipse.
It amazes me how many beautiful weeds (wild flowers) bloom in early Autumn.
Even the wild honeysuckle is blooming again and spreading its fragrance everywhere.
I took this picture of the sunset last night. The song, “Mississippi Mud,” ran through my mind. The first verse goes – “When the sun goes down the tide goes out. The people gather round and they all begin to shout, Hey, hey Uncle Dud it’s a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.” That song has been sung over the years by famous people like Dinah Shore, Dean Martin, and Ray Charles just to mention a few. I have been to the Gulf Coast of Mississippi and stuck my feet in that Mississippi Mud.
I suppose I was trying to cheer myself up looking at this beautiful sunset and thinking of a happier time. DHS is giving me so much trouble with renewing my brother’s long-term-care Medicaid to pay for nursing home care that I have been stressed past my limit of endurance. These last 3 years of dealing with my brother’s problems have taken a toll on my health. Sometimes it seems as if everything good I have tried to achieve in my life has taken a hard uphill battle. I really think future generations are going to have a much harder time dealing with life’s challenges. That fills my mind with extremely sad thoughts.
Maybe someday I can go back to Mississippi and stick my feet in that nice soothing Mississippi Mud again. Ah, that is a nice thought! I wonder if a facial mud pack with Mississippi Mud helps wrinkles? Hmmmmmm
Just a short post. This bug is enjoying this milkweed flower. Yellow is such a nice color.
Am very busy fighting DHS over Medicaid for long-term-care for my brother. Because his business partner did not steal all of ownership to his house they are trying to deny him Medicaid for a second year in the nursing home. So, me and my vertigo have to have a State hearing and try to keep Medicaid. They reevaluate your assets each year and decide whether they will give you Medicaid for another year. Wish that person out there with the voo doo doll of me would quit sticking pins in my doll and remove this curse that seems to have hit me right between the eyes. Ha
Our dear friend Ronnie passed away last night. Ronnie was a gentle, kind, caring, good man who was 70 years old. He received a purple heart for his service in the Viet Nam war. We believe that Agent Orange was what caused Ronnie’s death. He suffered for a very long time. Our hearts go out to his wife, children, and grandchildren. He was deeply loved by his family and friends and he will be greatly missed. God bless those who feel the loss of this good Christian man.
What would happen in one day’s time if you spent one day thinking like a child. All I see happening in that day, is a day filled with joy and happiness.
I have reread portions of the book, “Dementia Beyond Drugs,” written by Dr. Allen Power many times. Here is an example from that book showing the joy children can bring into the lives of those with dementia.
Lenny had severe dementia caused by repeated strokes, and he was unable to speak more than a few words. He was unable to walk or even propel his own wheelchair. But when the 2-year-olds from our child care center came to visit, the staff brought Lenny to the rec room, and a bond was formed with a boy named Andre.
While the other children played or ran around, Andre sat quietly on Lenny’s lap, watching the action. Neither of them was able to speak a great deal, but they seemed to gain comfort from this silent companionship. Occasionally, one of the staff members would push the wheelchair around the halls to give them a ride. I guess this was our way of interjecting a bit of doing into their being.
I saw them together on several occasions – different ages, different races, but somehow very close, perhaps bound by their common need for being and their common inability to fully join the world of adults. Andre preferred sitting on Lenny’s lap to joining in with the other children’s games, and it was always hard to get him to leave.
One day, I took a photo of the two of them together and gave it to Lenny. It stayed on his bedside shelf, a reminder of a source of companionship and contentment in his last days.
We need to value those with dementia simply for who they are. Do not view them for what they can or cannot do, view them as adults who do the best they can to function with the devastating disease of dementia. They are still human beings, they still have feelings. Taking your small children to nursing homes and hospitals to visit patients teaches them compassion and always boosts the spirits of those they visit.
Ephesians 5:32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.