Fall has arrived, unfortunately with rain, lots of rain.
That was fine with me on Friday because it was my Remicade infusion day. I always sleep through my infusions, and I’m pretty well shot the rest of the day. BTW, imagine my face the first time I saw the room I was going into for my Remicade:
Yes, it’s the chemotherapy room. Apparently, Remicade is considered a chemo drug by the insurance company. Who would have guessed?
Saturday weather was more of the same. Not all-day rain, but cool and damp. I slept ’til noon and didn’t feel like doing much of anything the rest of the day. Good thing it’s a long weekend, with Monday (today) being Columbus Day.
Yesterday, the weather warmed up beautifully, and my energy level was back to normal. After going to the wine store and the library, I took Teddy for a walk in Walton Woods Park, hoping to find some beautiful fall foliage. Not to be. The trees that weren’t still green were mostly just pale yellow and brown. Teddy managed to find the one or two brighter ones:
And, of course, the usual ducks:
I think they thought my camera was bag of popcorn, or else they were just photography hams, because they came right up to the edge of the shore:
There are always lots of people strolling through the park:
And it is well patrolled by the cops from the adjacent Amherst Police station, so I don’t worry overmuch if I go a wee bit off the regular route. Yesterday, I found a less-traveled path I hadn’t walked before. Imagine my pleasure when I spotted a beautiful red tree through a break in the woods. I did my best to photograph it, but it seemed to be a bit camera shy:
There’s a stream running along that particular path, with several fallen logs across it. I so wanted to take a picture of Teddy sitting on one of those logs, but the banks were too steep. Maybe next time, if I’m more energetic and a little more agile.
Today being a holiday, I decided to just stay in and avoid the extra traffic. I did manage to wash and wax the kitchen and bathroom floors. That may not seem like much, but it is. The work itself isn’t all that hard – it’s getting back up off the floor that can be problematic. I’m glad no one else was around to be entertained by my struggles.
Tomorrow it’s back to work, but for me it’s only a 3-day week. I can handle that.
See you all again next weekend.
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Images by Cordelia’s Mom/TeddyRosalie Studio