Down The Mountain, Again

Feels like I have a new job! It's called doctors' appointments! Set the alarm, take a shower, wash hair, get dressed nicely, or close to it. Get in my Jeep, drive for an hour or more. OK, I know I have to put up with so much of this because I only did what was most necessary while Errol was ill. And it could be worse, so much worse. It's just that I so love to stay home......

I didn't have the stress test Thursday because Mary got on a jury. She was sure she wouldn't, but there you go. But I drove down to Bakersfield and had the ultrasound on the veins in my legs. I will reschedule the other test.

Sitting there, waiting for the vein ultrasound in the heart place, I saw so many sick people. So many old people, struggling with opening a car door, getting out a walker, pushing an oxygen tank, and I felt so sad. This place is the picture of heart disease, of suffering with a bad heart. 

I didn't really want to go, but decided I better and make the best of it. Murray Farms is on the way, at the foot of the mountain; it sells all the regular farmer's market stuff, not cheap. It has changed a lot over the years, getting more commercial, installing a Chevron Station, charging to see the farm animals, giving tours, and so on.

For me, they have a ladies room and these palm trees that tell me I'm now at sea level. It's more fun here in the fall when they sell pumpkins and everything is colorfull in pumpkin orange, red apple, purple lavender and other colors of fall.

But I did find this colorful railing with a critter attached to it. So here I am, taking a picture of the critter.

And here it is a bit enlarged. So that's the way to do it when you don't want to do it. Just throw in some fun along the way and it will turn out that the journey wasn't so bad, after all.