What's shakin' at Chez Crazy

It's turned into Fall here. Thank heavens! That was a durn long hot and dreadful summer. Fall is my favorite time of year.

 

The trees are turning a bit. Most are still green, with some going straight to brown due to our drought, but this one is pretty. I took this picture on Sunday, when the sky was soooo blue. It's cold and windy today.

Just the kind of day to do some lying around, like Cisco is here. His fur is even softer than it looks. And he is the cleanest cat I've ever known - all that fur is white and shiny and perfectly groomed.

I want to relax like Cisco does.

Larry has been doing his first paramedic hand-on training on an ambulance. He did ride-alongs when he was training to be an EMT, but a paramedic is a much higher level of certification.

This is the first group of texts I got from him while he was on the ambulance. I was worried about Larry dealing with the baby, as Larry has a pretty tender heart. He would do a good job, but if things went south, Larry would take it hard. Fortunately, the baby will be fine.

Then I asked him what other patients he had.

Heh. I hate autocorrect too, but it does help sometimes. Larry did well this time - they got the pregnant lady to the hospital and all is good. His next training session is Sunday.

Now that the days are getting shorter, I'm driving more with my headlights on. And I notice all the halos I'm seeing around lights due to my cataracts. Pretty rainbow halos. Violet to indigo to cyan to chartreuse to gold to orange to crimson..

Much like this. Pretty. *SIGH*  Less than two weeks until I get my first cataract done. Can't come soon enough.

I'm tatting a bit, but I'm very distracted of late. This Mary Konior's Large Cross. I've made this pattern a zillion times, but this time I keep making mistakes and having to retro tat. I'll bet I've picked out 10 rings and 10 chains in this cross alone. I'm stressing We're having to spend a lot of money right now and we really don't have it. Dental implants, eye stuff, the dryer breaking, my retirement funds going to hell,  and everything is costing way more than we thought. Plus, while Curly likes his job, he's not getting many hours, therefore not much money. I can't really help him and I'm worried for him. Grrr.

I've recently gotten addicted to this. It's BAD. But it helps me during sad times.

Why can't I be more like Cisco? "What - me worry?"

Are the rest of you stressing these days? What do you do for stress relief?