This is the month of medical stuff. I thought I was done with this in April, then in May, but none of the tests came back “fine.” None of them came back screaming “you are dying,” but all of them came back with issues of one kind of another, most of which will require additional testing. I hate tests. I suppose everyone does.

I’m being very calm and cool about it because I really don’t yet know anything. We are rerunning all the tests again to see if we get different results.

My back is worse because spinal arthritis does not improve with age. My kidneys don’t seem to be functioning quite right. They are a little worse with each test. But now there are other things. Maybe they mean something. They could also mean nothing. Until I know more, I am tucking the worry into a back corner of my brain.

There’s plenty of time to make myself and everyone around me crazy when and if I get results that call for it. I am hoping it’s nothing.

The problem is that I’m at “an age” when ones health doesn’t get better. What I can hope for is that it doesn’t get a lot worse.


How did you spend the money from your very first job?

My mother confiscated it. She said I needed to learn to contribute to the family. The next summer when it was time for me to work, I refused. I said if I couldn’t keep the money, I wasn’t going to shag my butt into Manhattan to do some trivial, stupid job for the lowest possible pay and then not even get some money out of the deal.

We simply weren’t that poor. The amount of money I contributed wouldn’t pay for one meal for the family once a month. Mom broke down because I was right and she knew it.

I didn’t object to working. I always had a part time job through college and as soon as I was legally allowed to work during the last two summers of High School. I didn’t turn 15 until the spring of my junior year — so that was the first summer I was legal to work, even with parental permission. Once I turned 16 — the spring of my senior year — all bets were off. I never stopped working (except for nine months following Owen’s birth) until I retired. Nor did I never stop contributing to my family and others.

Would You Rather Look Like A Potato, Or Feel Like A Potato?  (Note.  I have no idea why they used the word “potato”, but just went with it.  Answer any way you like, this question is purely for fun).

I am reminded of something I read a long time ago on an entirely different subject, but it seems somehow relevant. It said “In times like these, you eventually begin to feel like a potato being slowly pared.”

I don’t think I look like a potato, but I often feel like that potato being slowly grated.

What were the best pair of shoes you have owned?

This would depend on the year of your asking. My young feet were joyful in sandals I had made to order in Greenwich Village. They weren’t even expensive. Everything didn’t always cost the earth and the moon. The sandals were incredibly comfortable and lasted for years.

After that, I discovered high heels. Yes, I know they aren’t good for your feet or posture, but they made my legs look longer and I looked at least an inch taller. I had a pair of tall green leather ones with stacked wooden heels and I loved them — until I couldn’t wear them anymore.

After that, there were all those made-to-order sandals in Israel. There were many makers of sandals and again, not expensive and oh so comfortable.

Early in the years of Uggs, they were the MOST comfortable things my feet ever knew. Now that they’ve gotten wildly expensive and “dressy,” (you can’t REALLY make uggs dressy), they aren’t nearly as comfortable.

Mostly these days, I wear socks in the house, my OLD Uggs in the winter, and Clark’s sandals in the summer

I thing for sheer comfort, the socks win.

Besides war and diplomacy, what would be the best way for countries to settle disputes?

Set up a big coliseum in major cities. Line up all the politicians and make them duke it out. Anyone past 65 can appoint a young politician to take his or her place — but no ringers. If you can send others to war, you can fight.

In these often depressing times, how do you find the bright spots?

Bright birds, flowering orchids, or something adorable the Duke is doing are the bulwarks against despair. Also, ice cream. I’m not sure why, but a scoop of ice cream seems to help.

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  1. Thanks Marilyn for Sharing Your World. I am saddened to read that your health has slipped. I wish for you nothing but answers to the questions that inevitably follow such news. I am still waiting, and there’s an old saying that goes ‘don’t squat on that til’ it grows a fungus’, which I take to mean “get used to waiting! I saw my doctor this morning and he wasn’t encouraging either. An unspoken “learn to live with this, because we don’t know what’s wrong with you exactly and nobody wants to spend the time to find out”. Well what else is there to do? I hope your experience is so much more informative. I’ve heard of Uggs, but never have actually looked at them, well Google to the rescue! I ought to be schlepping around my house in socks, but am having issues enough with my feet without cutting off the circulation and causing more damage I suppose. And having good winter shoes (even if they’re ‘old’ winter shoes) is mandatory. You guys get the snow that seems to have abandoned us out here in the West. Beautiful photography, it always gives my spirits a big lift to see life through your lens…the critters, the birds and the gorgeous plants! Have a satisfying week!


    • I’ve got the dentist tomorrow and the day after, redoing all the tests I did in June. Again. I don’t understand why they aren’t trying harder to find out what’s going on with you. We are lucky having found a really good — for the first time in years — family doctor. But even so, there’s a lot of waiting and I’m actually okay with a slower pace. We live our lives in the slow lane.

      I will know more in a few days. The question is, do I really want to know? I’m sure you have the same question. You want to know but maybe not knowing for a while isn’t so bad.


  2. i’m sorry you’re continuing to have to endure the worry and process of all of the medical issues and testing process. i think you’re smart to focus on the beauty of the world around us, and let the chips fall where they may, , as we have no control over most of it anyway. love your amazing pictures.


    • I just know I have the ability to make me and everyone around me crazy if I let the worry grab me. There might be something to worry about. It also might be nothing. I’m hoping for nothing, but whatever it is, I’ll deal with it. Meanwhile, it’s summer, the flowers are blooming and aside from being very short of rain, it has been a good summer. Until this week, it was perfect weather — not too hot, not too humid. A little hot this week.

      So I’ll watch the birdies and the flowers. And hope for the best.

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  3. I hope the tests don’t show anything too bad. You are on enough meds already.
    Thank goodness for animals, pets, birds, squirrels or possums and pademelons. They all make us laugh don’t they?


    • They do make me laugh. The little squabble between birds and chipmunks, squirrels and woodpeckers can be very funny. And anyway, worrying in advance of information is stupid. Inevitably whatever IS wrong is usually something you didn’t expect. I don’t know how I survived without the wildlife 😀

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  4. Love the photos, Marilyn. Hate that you are having to go through all that testing. I’ve had some of those lately myself but never ask about the results. As long as I don’t know I don’t think they matter. tomorrow, or is it later today, I’ll be involved in some testing of a new vaccine for COVID and all of its spinoffs. I hate taking new drugs but since this is important and I qualify for the tests I’ll do it and hope it either doesn’t kill me or if it does that it will be fast. There are times when I wish they would stop trying to find out what’s wrong and just let me go, but then I wonder what life was like back then and change my mind (or what’s left of it). I just don’t really like doctors and the fact that they “practice” medicine. How long before they get it right? Hang in there and keep up those beautiful photos.


    • I think the testing is sometimes worse than the disease. I really can’t take much more medication. I’m “maxed” out. The only additional meds I’m taking are vitamins. I also wait for the doctor to tell me what the tests mean. The hospital send out results that are absolutely meaningless unless you are medical personnel. It’s all numbers with the occasional exclamation point to make you nervous without telling you what (if anything) it means.

      I am lucky insofar as we have — for the first time in years — a really excellent family doctor. At least I know he has stopped practicing and become a star.

      I’ve been taking pictures for more than 40 years and am not likely to stop anytime soon. It’s harder now because my windows have become even more awkward to use, but I shall persevere.

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      • I used to take photos a lot, developed and printed them in my bathroom, but I’m so shaky it’s hard to hold the camera still now.

        Personally I think they take too many tests these days. I can remember almost enough medical stuff to read the reports but they just don’t send it to me. I dont take many meds because they give me bad reactions and I;ve fallen too many times to find a way to joke about it nowl


        • I refuse a lot of tests. I do take all the BP medications because I have two replaced valves AND a pacemaker. If I want to live, I take the medications. BP meds generally don’t bother me, at least not the set I take now. I’ve had to change medications, but right now, everything is working pretty well. Fingers crossed.

          Other medications DO bother me and I have to make deals with my body about how much I can take of this or that without my gut screaming “Nooooo!” I’m pretty shaky too. Garry’s getting kind of shaky. Getting old is less a challenge (a challenge is something you can “beat”) than an endless hill you start climbing at some indeterminate point in life. The hill gets ever steeper. One day you realize you are never going to reach the top. There IS no top.

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          • It’s kinda like the gold in what they call the golden years. The top of that mountain is lost in the clouds somewhere and if you try to go around you have to blaze a trail through heavy forests and boulders. Makes me tired to just think about it!


  5. HI Marilyn, I hope your tests results come back with nothing bad. When my parents go for tests I always worry. It is a part of life, isn’t it? I love your ways of looking at the bright side. I do the same.


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