Weekly Photo Challenge: Change
How do you like my fancy new cast? I slipped on the ice on Easter Sunday and fell on top of my wrist which broke, of course. This was not the change I was looking for. But I am learning a lot!
Like how hard it is to get dressed with only one operable hand and forget hanging up jeans at all. Forget hanging up anything or making a bed or sweeping a floor. I’m becoming a slovenly teenager late in life! Didn’t I just mention a few posts back how I wanted someone to take care of me – send applications to 
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I had to get my sister to open the jam when she was here last weekend but I was able to figure out how to open the juice today by myself. I held it under my armpit and used my good hand to untwist the lid. It wasn’t too messy and now my armpit smells like mangos.
And did you know that regular pill use gets you constipated! Not fun!
Plus, it would be a good idea to cut your long hair before you break your arm as it is very hard to wash it one-handed.
I’d ask how Pirates did it but then they were never known for their cleanliness!
And the more expensive the toilet paper the easier it is to tear at the perforations.
I’d show you pictures of my bruises but they’re on my good hand and I can’t use the other hand to take photos right now.
I only have four button down shirts and on three the buttons are too small to do up with one hand. Let’s not even talk about bras and how hard they are to do up even in the best of circumstances.
Breaking bones leaves you very tired and the resetting is worse then the breaking. The emergency room doctor was impressed that I didn’t swear when she reset my wrist even though I had permission to do so. I guess I wouldn’t make a very good pirate after all.
My blog posts, for the rest of April may be shorter than usual as I adjust to this change!
And learn what it is possible to do mostly one-handed.
Are you ambidextrous? What can you do one handed? I can turn on the bath tub taps with either foot but that is not helping me now (can’t shower, can’t take a bath, can’t get my cast wet).
I wish I were a cat and could lick myself clean as sponge bathing is annoying (but there are certain parts you don’t want to lick)!
Can Winter be over now, she asks, as she watches the snow come down (once again) outside her window?
This was not the change I was looking for!
Inspired by The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge.
(Click on the second photo for a book recommendation).
Surprise: Fences, Walls and Shadows
I go out for my morning walk without my camera because I just plan to walk; it’s too cold to fiddle with a camera and really, how much has the landscape changed anyway!
However, Friday’s photo memes are peculating in my head.
Walls and shadows. Shadows and walls.
Shadows are easy. It’s an early morning walk; the sun is just coming up and it’s at my back. I just have to remember not to get my shadow in the picture.
The most interesting things about the picture I don’t even notice until I get home and start manipulating the image. My focus as I shoot is on the smiley face. I don’t notice the angel shadow to the left and is that Santa’s sleigh still stuck on the roof?
My Shadow
By Robert Louis Stevenson
Travel Theme: Mystical
Today you get two for the price of one.
Where’s My Backpack does a weekly photo challenge and today is my first time participating. Her theme for this week is Mystical.
I don’t remember where or when I took this picture. I think it was winter. I know it was night. This is one in a series of four colours – the green seemed most mystical to me.
This globe reminds me of a crystal ball and I want to stare deep in its depths and foretell the future (my future or your future – it doesn’t matter which).
WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge this week is green and though they asked for gallery I’m just going to do one picture.
So, there you have it – two for the price (free) of one!
Now go forth and enjoy everyone else’s green and mystical photos.
Photo Friday: Summer Colours
I had a different post planned for today (hopefully, you’ll see it next week) but I’m in the midst of the last of my unpacking (see last week) so I give you a little bit of summer color instead.
Holy, run-on sentence, Batman!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Purple
The violet purple of this flag always pops out at me every time I pass!
Happy Birthday Canada
Today is Canada’s birthday!
We are 145!
Flags Flying High!
I am feeling lazy…
It has been a long week of crazy weather (rain, wind, heat).
So I give you pictures.
The occasional fleeting moments…
Here today, gone tomorrow!
Happy Canada Day;
Bonne Fete du Canada.
Creating Words
This week, I am posting two photos for two different challenges.
The first challenge is “words” over at Photo Friday.
The second challenge is “create” over at WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge.
Enjoy and I’ll see you next week!
Photo Friday: Walk
I want to walk up these stairs. No, I want to run up these stairs. I love outside stairs; they are just begging to be walked. I love these wooden stairs. I love iron fire escape stairs. I think, perhaps, I love outside stairs because they were something I rarely saw when I was growing up in a one story house town! Long wooden stairs and fire escapes were products of the big city with their tall and magnificent structures.
Though, my second favorite wooden stairway is in a national park and leads up to quiet waters and solitary caves.
Do you want to walk up these stairs with me?
Photo Friday: Floral
I use a point and shoot camera; usually set on automatic with no flash. The first picture is from my trip to Scotland and the second was taken around my neighbourhood.
I am a very amateur photographer.
My advice to the women’s clubs of [the World] is to raise more hell and fewer dahlias.
~James McNeill Whistler
Remember to work for equal rights always and not just on International Womens’ Day, March 8th.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.Emily Dickinson
