Written to be read

Garden

At the end of the season, when you pluck off some seed casings and throw them all in one box, and then next spring

plant them all together, you can get peculiar results, like morning glories strangling sunflowers

My SD Card won't move beyond July 30. Frustration reigns.

Problem resolved. First, I glued down the tattered edge of the old card, which, amazingly, brought it back to life. But I now have a new SD card, which is fine.

"Black Dog" Depression

  That is what combat veterans called it. Here is how it felt:
    "I do feel I love you. The problem being, this damn depression.  I seem to have very little or no feelings.  My perception on everything seems to be numb and gray. I'm not doing this on purpose, I seem to have lost control of my emotions.
    My feelings, for what used to be important to me, have vanished, god, church, family, responsibilities, and not least of all, you.
   I continually feel that this will change, but everything seems to stay the same, "in the real world."  I struggle with this daily, my feelings for you, against this numbness, and feeling I am wasting your time, with the strong emotion that I don't want to lose you, but am I being selfish, fair to you, fair to our relationship. It's a constant struggle with: am I going to start feeling better before it's too late, is this numbness going to continue forever?
  I've thought many times of going our separate ways, but when it comes down to it, I know my feelings for you are too strong. Soul mates? as we used to say.
   When I'm thinking of going our separate ways is when I feel I'm ruining your life.  Like I say, "I don't even want to be around myself." I don't understand how you can put up with me sometimes. As I said before, I keep waiting and wanting to feel "better," but it doesn't seem to be happening.
    I sometimes get glimpses of how I used to feel, but they're very brief. The hope and desire is there.
    I know this doesn't solve anything or is anything new. I want you to know I love you and want to continue our relationship.
                                                                                  Love, X"
  This was shared with me at the time, and it was a deeply painful time. Both are gone now, and I'll delete in a while, but the letter does tell the story of how depression affects lives.
 

Bad ! Doctor!

    My life of late has been spent, for too many hours, in searching the internet for bits and pieces of information which may eventually be of help.
   Interspersed with medical lore are the often poignant slice-of-life stories that people post for their own personal reasons. As Kathie Lee Gifford has so often proclaimed, and sang, "Everyone has a story." And mostly we agree and sympathize, and then forget.
   But every once in a while, a story resonates and sticks in my mind. Here is one such:
           A man brought his mother to the hospital for a minor procedure. That  was  successfully accomplished. However, before discharge, he was informed that one of the routine tests had turned up an unrelated concern, a shadow or what the doctor called a scar. So  his mother was to remain in the hospital while more tests were performed. She underwent the testing and was told the results would take a while.  The family was in agony waiting: was it cancer or just a benign cyst or such?
    Soon after, a doctor arrived and told then she was being discharged. The family was at first elated, thinking that meant the "scar" was not a cancer. No, the doctor told them, the results were not yet in; she was being discharged pending whatever the next step of her diagnosis would be.
   Do you think it's cancerous, they asked. The doctor replied, "If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it's a duck."

Rosemary,Since my email is blocked...will post here:

"Pricey New Blood Thinner Might Be Safer for Blood Clots" ELIQUIS
 Open article at www.webmd.com/

3 out of 7

 4 Bikes still left. Come and get them. Cheap.