Thankful Thursday. Last week I woke and didn't take the time to open windows for the usual couple of hours before the heat of the day directed me to close them. My kitchen windowsill's fairy and violets had to stay inside as I drove to Asheville for an early pulmonologist visit.
Not many people there that early, and I went right in to meet a nurse practitioner who's on my doctor's team. I liked Amanda Pattanayak a lot, very personable and knowledgeable. I gave yet another sample of mucous to test whether we've finally cleared out the bacteria that were bothering my lungs. Will have to wait to hear results from lab, which will be shared by email.
The old building has a pretty planted area out front. Did I mention that at least 10 miles of my drive on I-40 were through a lifting fog? Fortunately it was not on the roads, but just about 20 feet above our heads. It looked pretty eerie as a cloud all along the valleys.
A beautiful hydrangea bush outside the office.
Today's quote:
An old photo or 2:
My oldest son, Marty when visiting his maternal grandparents in St. Louis, as we moved from Texas to Connecticut.
And three plus years later, my mother holds Russ in our house in Connecticut. By then my parents had moved to Massachusetts. Marty, now wearing a red shirt and showing off his baby blue eyes, looks skeptical. And my husband, Doug shows an ear and his prowess with another camera which I captured with mine.
