It was Big Brother calling to chat. Of course when you're in the hospital they have you up at some ungodly hour poking and prodding and getting you ready for the day as if you have somewhere to go. So we chatted for about a half hour. He seemed to be in good spirits, which helps my mental state a lot. He still can't use either arm, so I'm not sure how he dialed his cell phone, but he did. He lays it on the pillow beside his head and puts it on speaker phone and that seems to work quite well. Poor guy is probably bored out of his gourd.
Anyway, I got the clear dope on this surgery that he will be having tomorrow. Apparently it's the bone behind his eyeball that shattered - the one that holds your eyeball in place. The eyeball will have to be removed and a plate placed behind it. If he doesn't have this surgery his eyeball will recede. Not a pleasant thought. At this point there doesn't seem to be any vision loss, so let's hope things stay that way. The thought of having an eyeball removed - taken out of the socket - laying there on the table while they insert a plate just grosses me out. I had to chuckle when Big Brother stated that he hoped the doctors didn't decide to play a game of ping pong with it!! See - I told you he seemed to be in good spirits.
On the mold front - last night when I got in the shower I noticed all this black fungus looking material that seemed to be growing between my toes. It was enlarging as I watched. I thought to myself - I know I didn't get THAT dirty when I was outside working today. Ick. So I grabbed the bar of soap and the wash cloth and started scrubbing but it didn't disappear. Upon closer examination I realized it was black mold!! It rained again all day yesterday. I had started to mow the grass when I came home from church because it was so tall that small children could get lost. When it started to rain I told myself I wasn't going to let a little rain stop me and kept on going until the grass got so wet it just gummed everything up and clogged the chute going to the bagger. Okay - I had to give up. But in the meantime I was wet in places I didn't know I had before. And you know what happens to things that get damp and don't get dried off like they should. It's been so wet around here for so long that fungus has attacked my toes because they're always wet from walking in the grass.
Seriously, Folks, I'm just joshing - my feet are clean - I'm just being facetious. I'm just darn tired of all this water. When I got up this morning the temperature was already in the 70s but the humidity was 86%. Now that's some serious humidity.
So I went out and took a couple more pictures of my flowers before the next rain beats them all to pieces. My rose tree has opened up - the flowers come in clusters and each individual flower isn't real big, but together they make quite an impression. And the fragrance is heavenly.
Here's one of my favorite irises. It's called Temper Tantrum. Maybe that's why I like it. It's not one of the big huge German irises, but I just love how the blues and purples blend.
So another day of wet stuff. Ole is making progress on the ark.