Showing posts with label Clouds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clouds. Show all posts

Puppies, Clouds and Sunsets

All of my favorite things today.

The photo of Nai-Nai was taken just as she took a flying leap onto Daisy's back.

Funky weather, but beautiful clouds:



New puppies coming tomorrow!
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Clouds after the storm:



We had a rare weekend of May thunderstorms. I am so bored. I feel way too old to have spring fever this bad. I hope we get some yummy puppies soon. All of my troubles would be cured with a little puppy breath.

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Don't Look Directly into the Sun

I had to take this photo with my eyes closed:


If you look closely, you will see there is a flock of seagulls flying in the clouds. I have a bit of an obsession with taking photos of clouds. My favorites are the white fluffy clouds, but at this point I will settle for any clouds. Tomorrow we are supposed to have a real storm with lightning and all. We have had only an inch of rain this year, so I can't wait. I love lightning.

I spent my day today waiting in the podiatrist's office. So exciting. I did get a "You are much too young for blah, blah, blah treatment..." from him, so it wasn't a total loss. When I was in the hospital having lung surgery, I regularly got told I was the youngest patient they had ever had. It was the only good part of having one lobe of my lung removed.

And if anything can be worse than having one lobe of your lung removed, and having tubes draining out of your chest, it is having a hospital roommate who has a toddler visit her everyday. I was terrified the kid would rip my tubes out and kill me. My normally very shy sister stood up to the hospital staff and got the baby ousted from my room.

But I was talking about my foot. I will have to have some minor surgery to fix a defect that is causing me pain. I am just so happy that it is my foot and not my lungs. I don't care what they do to my foot. Of course, I might feel differently after the surgery, but after having my ribs cracked open, I can't imagine a foot being that painful. And I am proud to say that I was able to get the line from Seinfeld out of my head before the appointment, the one about podiatry school being "very grueling in it’s own way."

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