Walks Nine Years Apart
Facebook memories are killing me!
Facebook memories has been kicking my butt for the last two weeks. When I first started putting up photos of our October trips to Germany, I never thought about how I would feel on the years I couldn't go! This year, even though I'm retired with lots of free time, I've had to hang around close to home to see the doctors, therapists and others who are trying to help me figure out how to return to the status quo.
On the up side, I think it's working. Apparently I DID have COVID (or a truly horrible cold) in late December, early January and the infection reactivated the Mononucleosis that knocked me off my feet when I was 35. I wasn't depressed and anxious the first time, just super tired, but from what I'm reading, anxiety can be a pretty significant Mono side effect for a select few. (What can I say, I've always been an overachiever.) So we're making progress, people! Looks like a good diet and beaucoup supplements are in my foreseeable future, hopefully only for a few more months.
It would appear that I have a compromised immune system. My husband puts it more succinctly - I'm a conehead.
But to get back to the walking - Nine years ago I took a fabulous walk in the cool, October weather around our little place near Berchtesgaden. I love all the little roadside chapels and crosses. And the little white haired lady with the tiny house and yard LOVED her dwarves and gnomes. I get it, I'd do the same. Thank goodness for phone cameras! (I think - I'm still a little conflicted. Would I feel better or worse if these memories didn't pop up and I only had the ones in my head that fade with time?)
So today I took a stroll around my neighborhood here in the South of the USA. I love the trees, and the early morning light filtering through the branches. Even better, I found a magic mushroom - no, not that kind, the fairy tale kind - growing high off of the ground in a knothole of a tall tree. (It’s so high up the tree you’ll need to click the photo and get the full picture.) I was completely charmed. Then I showed the photo to my husband, and he casually glanced and said "That tree's dying inside." WHAT!?! Couldn't it just be a lucky spore floated to that knothole on a breeze? Apparently not. Mushrooms growing in beautiful trees means moisture and rot. There's a parallel there to life, but I'm not going to look too closely. It's almost bedtime.
Anyway, see for yourself. And check out that fat little buzzing bee, you can almost see his rear end vibrating with sheer joy over the late season blossoms. It's not Germany with the in-your-face beauty and clear, sharp air, but this humid river town has a certain unique charm. I just have to really keep my eyes open to find it. I think I did okay today!
