TreeCreeper of Bloom
Jun. 3rd, 2025 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSucceeded in taking a walk today, and going a good deal faster than yesterday. But I still don't feel normal. I'm increasingly convinced that the losartan is having the same aggravating effect that the lisinopril did, so I might be in the 3%, alas. I have not decided what to do about this. It's not really lowering my BP in an effective and consistent manner, anyway. I'm also increasingly convinced that this problem with the BP is covid-induced. I felt that something had changed since the last round of covid, and on looking it up, I discovered that there's a fair amount of observational evidence that one of the after-effects of covid can, in fact, be persistent hypertension. SIGH. It's a pity to be so often right about what the problem is, but so infrequently apprised of what the solution might be.
It was 86 today! It felt as if we had plunged into the middle of summer, through some kind of weird time warp from the freezing cold weather we had by the lake. We started out on Thursday on the south side of the river--the park, closed for renovations, is open only as far as the river, and you can't cross over to the north. The south side is also pleasant--such beautiful colors and variations of light. We saw either a mink or a weasel, a sleek, sinuous creature playfully running back and forth over the stones by the bank, and occasionally dipping into the water. We saw a HUGE pileated woodpecker. A crow saw us, and observed us. I hope the report was good: "Be it known to the Allfather that two mortal children have arrived at the shore, but apparently are doing no harm so far."
We were eating our breakfast--egg and cheese sandwiches and a blueberry scone that was one of the best things I've ever eaten. A tattooed young woman (probably shouldn't bother to mention that, because there's hardly any other kind these days) said she was the baker when I praised them in the coffee shop. The blueberries were succulent and the tart/sweet balance was perfect, with a light yet rich crumb. The baker said the secret is not being stingy with the lemon zest and vanilla. Game recognizes game!
From there we drove up to Manistee, both of us half-remembering the way and hoping we had it right. Highway 10 east to Stiles Road, then right at the T-intersection with Quarterline Road, past the farm that sells firewood, around the curve onto Townline Road, and then keep going until there's a light hanging over the road and a brown sign pointing to Forest Trail Road into the campground. On the corner is the ancient shack that used to be Betty's Deer Trail and is now repainted as Fat Catz. And then down the winding road into the heart of the forest. Roll down the window to breathe the air of Eden . . . . A part of my heart is still up there.
It was 86 today! It felt as if we had plunged into the middle of summer, through some kind of weird time warp from the freezing cold weather we had by the lake. We started out on Thursday on the south side of the river--the park, closed for renovations, is open only as far as the river, and you can't cross over to the north. The south side is also pleasant--such beautiful colors and variations of light. We saw either a mink or a weasel, a sleek, sinuous creature playfully running back and forth over the stones by the bank, and occasionally dipping into the water. We saw a HUGE pileated woodpecker. A crow saw us, and observed us. I hope the report was good: "Be it known to the Allfather that two mortal children have arrived at the shore, but apparently are doing no harm so far."
We were eating our breakfast--egg and cheese sandwiches and a blueberry scone that was one of the best things I've ever eaten. A tattooed young woman (probably shouldn't bother to mention that, because there's hardly any other kind these days) said she was the baker when I praised them in the coffee shop. The blueberries were succulent and the tart/sweet balance was perfect, with a light yet rich crumb. The baker said the secret is not being stingy with the lemon zest and vanilla. Game recognizes game!
From there we drove up to Manistee, both of us half-remembering the way and hoping we had it right. Highway 10 east to Stiles Road, then right at the T-intersection with Quarterline Road, past the farm that sells firewood, around the curve onto Townline Road, and then keep going until there's a light hanging over the road and a brown sign pointing to Forest Trail Road into the campground. On the corner is the ancient shack that used to be Betty's Deer Trail and is now repainted as Fat Catz. And then down the winding road into the heart of the forest. Roll down the window to breathe the air of Eden . . . . A part of my heart is still up there.
