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[Sep. 18th, 2016|07:17 am]
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Naproxen sodium, how i love thee. Not quite as divine as prednisone, but ....

This effusion brought on by my doctor's advice that i take an anti-inflammatory for two weeks to deal with my plantar fasciitis. Just waking yesterday after taking one in the evening before was better (and amusing: because i had forgotten i had done something to improve the discomfort on waking and noticed how much better i felt). And then yesterday i felt like i was thriving. I wasn't noticeably hungry.

Just one data point and probably not enough of one to really conclude anything, but it was delightful. How did this energy get used? Breakfast out -- and a cup of coffee, which is also a possible explanation for vitality -- and some morning errands (which were unfortunately visited by elephants). Christine corralled them, and then we went to see my nephew W in his first soccer game of the season.

My sister and my niece were already off on the scout camping trip that W had passed over for the game so that his team would not forfeit. The sun came out and it was a bit warm. W was intense and fierce on the field compared to what i have seen of him in other context. I was shooting with my new camera set at 1/4000 a second (and not the most optimum focus mode), with a 18-200mm lens. I got to see more of his facial expressions than one would just from the sideline, and what an adult face. I think of him with a winsome smile, and here he was all concentration and focus and determination.

Home, where i promptly spent some hours in the yard burning vines collected over the past months. We still have piles and piles of brushy trees, but those we are saving for the chipper. This is the stuff that seems problematic for such a device, although the two inch diameter grape vines might not be that troublesome. Still, those are often connected to a bundle of messy vines and all went up in flames. I have a tangle of stuff that still sits back in the glade to begin my next fire pile.

I came in with enough time to cool off and join my dad out on the boat, but he called saying he was tired out from yard work. Christine was watching a documentary on Blue Note records and, after cleaning up, i relaxed with her and ate a late and light lunch.

The late afternoon and evening were spent processing the 500+ photos from the soccer game and studying plants available from http://www.usefulplants.org/. I am very very tempted to order some thornless upright blackberries. I also read up on the history of blueberries in North Carolina, trying to untangle what native berries are about compared to the many improved varieties. It seems that the truly native species Vaccinium pallidum would be reasonably suited for this gently sloping site, but i'm convinced that the "improved" types will not be an unreasonable choice for naturalization, either. I'm assuming the "rabbit eye" and "southern highbush" are genetically very close to the swamp and bog species that are native here, but have been selected for more flexibility in siting as well as berry size, etc.

All of this i hold off on until next fall. We still have a good bit to clear, and while i believe in a more dense siting of plants (and find the permiculture folks also have the same theory), i should like to be a bit more intentional. "The sooner we plant, the sooner there's fruit," cries out my inner six year old. Not if it's simply deer candy, though, so i need a plan.

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[User Picture]From: lyrstzha
2016-09-19 01:57 pm (UTC)
Ah, prednisone...if I were ever going to be addicted to something, that would be it.
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[User Picture]From: elainegrey
2016-09-21 11:33 am (UTC)
Exactly.

I know someone who needed it long term and hated it, but oh how i love the feeling of being WELL it gave me.
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