Quiet

The heat and the humidity are tough everywhere.   I am not sure why 

people cannot relate this to global warming.   I saw a post that said yesterday was the 

hottest day on record, and the next hottest was the day before that, and the next 

hottest was the day before that!!!

Seems pretty clear.

I have been working inside for the most part, with quick forays to do things

outside, but nothing heroic.

On the medical front, (I believe at my age the medical front is never

ending, just saying) I have been notified by my doctor 

that my iron levels are in the toilet, which

 may account for my extreme fatigue.

And here I was blaming Covid that I had at Christmas.

So I am waiting for the hospital infusion center to call me to go in

and have an  IV iron experience.

I tried the oral kind, and that didn't work well.   I had extreme stomach cramping for days.

The big question is though: 

Why is my iron so low?????

I think it's because I am a vegetarian, and this past year, I have not been very 

good about my diet.

I had reasons.

This is Lois's work, but she is in the hospital, and hopefully will be back at it soon.

We are quite the pair.

I have done some weaving, and quite a bit of sewing.

This is a ruana in hand dyed merino wool and silk.

I love the draft.

I have been eating a lot of caesar salads, with portobello mushrooms.  It's one 

of my faves.

My sweet little Naya has been struggling with anxiety for months now.

At first it was just fireworks, and that has been the case since day 1.  But then 

she started having little panic attacks daily.  We could not figure out why.

Shaking, pacing, panting, drooling.

I had a med for "fireworks", but it didn't prevent them from happening, 

just took the edge off while they were.

So back to the vet, and she's been on Prozac now for quite a while.

The attacks have lessened, but they haven't totally gone away.

I didn't want to give it to her twice a day, but at some point I may have to.

It's horrible to see her in such distress.

Once again, can I just tell you how weaving has been such a life

savior to me.

I still get up in the morning, and I can't wait to get to it.  There is no way 

to even describe how comforting it is to me.   Only another weaver would get it, I guess.

I do have to get back to the dye work........maybe after I get pumped up with some iron.

Plugging along here in Kingsbury..........checking in.  

I don't really have any words of wisdom today.........some days are just that way.