What happened to spring? (and update)

We had a lovely, if windy, day yesterday. With the snow mostly gone, I found something interesting in the remains of the straw bale we got to cover our septic tank.


These holes in the straw were all around it. They don’t go very deep. Clearly, small critters were taking advantage of the shelter it provided, but whatever they were, they had no interest in burrowing.

I’m glad it got used by critters that way. πŸ™‚


I found this interesting. The spring melt, now frozen into a long puddle, runs all along the edge of where the branches I’d pruned away use to be. It seems the moss and other material that collected and decomposed over the years has elevated it just enough to keep the melt from collecting. Which means that the deer have a clear dry path to walk along, to get to the food. πŸ™‚

That was yesterday.

Today, winter came back.


This is the feeding station this morning. Before my daughter and I left for town, where was just a thin layer of snow on the ground. By the time I got back, we had this. Aside from my footprints and the spots of deer feed, all the dark spots in the snow are from the juncos. Yes, they are back! There are so many of them! Earlier in the morning, this area was just covered with juncos and purple finches. When I was coming back to the house after finishing my rounds, it was all juncos.


So many of our summer birds are back. Early in April, my daughter saw a poor robin struggling to fly during the storm we had back then. The girls saw a bald eagle fly over the spruce grove – twice! In the morning, I can hear the cranes in the distance and, of course, we are hearing Canada Geese a lot, too.

I doubt any of them are happy with our new snowfall!

It’s not supposed to last, though. We still have predictions for 11C this afternoon – and a possible thunderstorm this evening!

That’s just wild!


I’ve still been able to see my husband at the hospital at least once a day. He had heard the nurses talking about him having an appointment on the 17th, but no one told him anything directly. As I was leaving him a couple of days ago, I saw the on-call doctor and asked him about it. Yes, my husband is set to have both the angiogram and to have the fluid pocket drained – tapping the keg, is how we’ve been putting it – this week. I mentioned that no one had told him anything, so the doctor said he would come by.

He did, and my husband learned he would be sent out “in 4 days” – which made it Wednesday, the 16th. So it looked like he was getting the angiogram on the Wednesday, and the keg tap on Thursday. The doctor also said – again – that the fluid could be done on an outpatient basis, but I just couldn’t see them discharging my husband after the angiogram on Wednesday, only to have him get the fluid drained on Thursday.

Well, it turns out that’s not what’s happening.

Yesterday, the doctor had come by again. It’s not the angiogram he’s getting on Wednesday. It’s the tap. The doctor didn’t tell him where he was being sent, or what time, and didn’t talk about the angiogram at all, but he did make a point of telling my husband that the reason they had to send him out rather than do the keg tap locally was because my husband is “too big.”

To be sure, my husband is not a small man, but he is not excessively larger, either. You’d think, while spending however many millions of dollars it took to completely renovate the hospital to the medical centre it is now, they would have at least included equipment for heavier people. But then, the first time he was in emergency, and they were talking about transferring him to a bed for the night, instead of the emergency room stretcher he was on, one of the nurses kept going on about how they didn’t have heavier weight bearing equipment, as if this were his fault somehow.

The bed he’s on right now is rated to significantly more than what his weight was, even before he lost about 75 pounds in fluids since all this started (he lost another 7 pounds in the last 24 hours, and about 14-15 pounds in the two days before). It’s not even a bariatric bed; just a regular, modern hospital bed.

Now that we know what that one nurse was saying was BS, I find myself wondering if this doctor is just being an a$$. This doctor doesn’t seem to like my husband. Might have something to do with having to justify why he had gone from saying the procedures could be done on an outpatient basis one day, then saying they weren’t going to discharge him for another week or more, the next

At least they are better about monitoring his sugars and adjusting his insulin accordingly, instead of just scheduling doses. He is now off insulin completely, for now. That was something he would do at home, as different days warranted.

I really hope his own doctor is back, now. It would be nice to get more information, and for him to be treated as an actual patient, rather than an inconvenience. 😦

The Re-Farmer

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