Stain-glass Eyes

Happiness is keeping my feet off the ground today. I received results from my MRI at the U of M Hospital.  Normal.  "Normal", they said. No areas to check with biopsy, only a followup in six months. After my appointment for a mammogram two weeks ago I was not exactly confident.  I went in for a mammogram.  Sat in the waiting room.  Returned for a more confining mammorgram.  Sat in the waiting room.  Went to another room for an ultrasound with a female doctor.   After of about 10 minutes of this doctor pushing on my right breast she asked another doctor to come in and check my right breast with the ultrasound. (with a more aggressive pushing and prodding)  They said there was some question on the right breast and I told them I already had an MRI schedule for the next week. The doctor said it was very likely they would find something  on the MRI.   I said, "What do you mean by likely?" She said, "The MRI sees everything to such a small degree.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5E_zXbmrlMhttps://www.youtube.com/watch v=C5E_zXbmrlM    Here Comes the Sun (Done by the Beatles) Spring rain falling, this morning.  Like taking a chilly bath without soap.  I love the cold.  I think I evolved from a Northern Michigan walleye.  But, cold, high humidity and no sun, weighs heavy on me. The birds don't seem to mind, so I try to be realistic. They keep moving (whether they're able to be optomistic or not).  It's the season.  Sinus pressure, wet shoes, achey body, windshield wipers, sunless light and dragging feet. (Mine) One of the news I check daily, on-line, is BBC Headlines.  I don't have a television and my car radio is dead. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtvPlFty1rE    Song with Ernie and Zach I'm guilty of being clueless to daily news.  I don't have Facebook, either, so I miss a lot of daily happenings with friends and family.  Ichoose to be clueless.  I have less anxiety and can fo

Tom Kitten is looking at me from the top of the bookshelf in my apartment.  He shares the shelf with Squirrel Nutkin and Jemima Puddle-Duck and a collection of old books. Tom Kitten, in his little blue pants and matching ill-fitting jacket, reminds me of when I read Beatrix Potter books, to my first grade students.  All those lively characters, Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, Mr. Jeremy Fisher, Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle…  Weeks before spring vacation (which always coincided with Easter, in the school district I taught in, I started reading books by Beatrix Potter.  The language and the pictures and call for imagination is so rich in her stories.  A few words we discussed what they mean could have been: naughty    curious    elegant    sorts    unwisely    smears    difficulties   descended The answers they came up with before we talked about the real meaning were hilarious.  Some were right on. It was fun way to keep all of our attention from the melting snow, th