Prednisone, Cyber Attacks, and Bears

I am coming out of the fog that is shingles. I know I have been very fortunate because I have a very mild case. The miracle drugs they gave me have done their job, but now that I am weening off of them, my old aches and pains are coming back. Prednisone gives me the opportunity to remember what it was like before aches and pains became a normal part of life. Of course, they deteriorate other parts of the body, so everything is a delicate balance.

Yesterday I was awakened by the familiar spinning of my old friend vertigo and I had a bit of a spell of feeling sorry for myself. Now I am realizing I will have some follow-up visits to the doctor to address the ills that remain. But enough of that.

Last night our governor declared a state of emergency due to the gas shortage caused by the cyber-attack on the Colonial pipeline. My husband found many gas stations out of gas and people were already panic buying. I think I have half a tank in my car which should do me until he comes back from Kentucky. I am hopeful he will be able to get there because he has been looking forward to this for a long time. The pipeline supplies most of the gas to a portion of the southeast United States and they do not anticipate it coming back online until the end of the week.

I was in the Air Force during the energy crisis in the early 1970s. Long lines at the gas station, bulbs reduced in the overhead lights, and I even remember all the vending machine lights were turned off. But this time it was an attack from foreign soil – all for the love of money.

I noticed WordPress made another change while I was away. The mobile version (not the app) has a few extra steps before I can get to the dashboard. Change has become their new normal.

Our good friend the black bear has been back snooping around the scent of the bird feeders. Note to self – do not dilly dally getting the feeders in at night. And on that note, I will end this and try to move around a little bit. That’s something I have not done much of this last week.


Advice from My Sick Bed

No, don’t worry it’s not Covid. I got my two shots. I found out this week that I have a case of shingles. I am trying to do this update with the dictation feature on my iPad.

From what I can tell I have a fairly mild case but it is painful. My advice to anyone that is 60 years or older is that you should have the shingles vaccine. I had chickenpox as a child and getting the vaccine was on my list but fell to the bottom after a year of postponing so much medical care.

The saddest part of this for me is that I had made the decision to take the short 45 minute flight to Florida to see my daughter and her wife and my three-year-old granddaughter. Unfortunately I had to cancel because while I was OK to travel my granddaughter had not yet been fully vaccinated for chickenpox which she could contract from me. The last thing in the world I would ever do is put anyone of my children or grandchildren or anyone that I care for at risk.

Today I am thankful for a kind and loving husband who is picking up the slack. He has taken great care of me. I did manage to go out and take some pictures today just to lift my spirits. Nature always provides.

If you haven’t gotten your Covid vaccine, rethink it and get in line there’s an abundance of supply now. And if you’re like me and in the senior crowd get the shingles vaccine. It only takes one time to have this to know you never want to experience that pain again.

In the interim I’m OK. I’m on medication and I’m able to just spend my time resting. Each day gets a little better. In 10 days my husband leaves to go to a timber frame building workshop in Kentucky. I know he’s going to have a great time and I will just lay around if necessary and relax while he’s gone.

Don’t be like Maggie. If you’re over 60 go get a shingles vaccine post haste.

(Today is my dad‘s birthday. Normally I would write a post about him and I will do that when I’m feeling better. Happy birthday dad.)


The Last Photo – April 2021

Bushboy has asked if we would care to share the last photo on your camera or our phone for the moth of April. No explanations necessary. Here are the rules:

The rules are simple:
1. Post the last photo on your SD card or last photo on your phone for the 30th April.
2. No editing – who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like or the subject matter didn’t cooperate.
3. You don’t have to have any explanations, just the photo will do
4. Create a Pingback to this post or link in the comments
5. Tag “The Last Photo” or #LastOnTheCard

Here’s mine from my iPhone:


Blog, SoCS

SoCS – Back to the Playground

Linda‘s prompt had me back on the playground today. If you want to join in the fun, Check out Linda’s blog – she spells out the rules and you can read the the contribution of other bloggers.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “may.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Linda might have been thinking about the fact today is the first day of May, but that’s not where my mind went.

My post title is a little misleading. Where I grew up there was no playground. Well, there was at school, but that was 6 miles away. Our playground was the wide open spaces.

If we could gather enough kids together, we would find a big yard and play things like  Red Rover, Kick the Can, Rock School, Simon Says, and Mother May I.

Mother May I is a strange game when you dissect it a bit. If you are not familiar, one person is designated as the mother. All the rest of the kids line up a distance from mother with the goal of being the first to reach mother.

The game is played by asking questions:

”Mother, may I take one giant step forward?”

Mother would respond with either yes you may, or no you may not.

Then another asks. “Mother, may I take three small steps forward?

Mother may then respond with something like “No you may not, but you may take one step backwards”.

You see, mother has all the control in determining who reaches her first. That doesn’t seem fair! Mother holds all the cards.

Perhaps the game’s origins hail back to the idea that mother is the boss and what she says goes! It sure was that way with my mother!