Soft Mellow Fog

Photo #418: Mellow FogLocation Taken: Illinois, Near St. Louis
Time Taken: November 2012

We did manage to get our internet back yesterday, though rather late in the day. It’s amazing how much there is to catch up on from just two days missing. It might be a sign that I check too many things on the internet, but well, that’s already obvious. At least most of the things I check tend to update once a day, so I’m not constantly checking back in.

But between the joy of having the internet back and the different mental pace doing stuff like reading and embroidery set me into (I read the entirety of a book yesterday), I am feeling rather mellow.

As mellow as morning fog on the river.

The wisps of fog whirl around, knowing that this is their time. Earlier, they were not here, and soon they shall depart.

But for this space of time, it is all theirs, and there is no rush.

  

A Barren Land of Possibilities

Photo #417: Faithful BarrensLocation Taken: Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Time Taken: October 2012

My internet was out all yesterday. We’d had a power outage from a major storm that passed through around 11 pm Friday and when the power came back on, the internet did not. I’d say it was fixed now, but I’m actually writing this on Saturday since I’m going to post this via the library’s internet, and they’re closed on Sunday. I think. I’m not taking the chance, at least. There’s a technician who’s supposed to have come by and fixed it before this post goes live, but still, definite time for pre-writing.

Besides, I’ve been stuck trying to figure out what in the world to do with my time.

I mean, what the heck DID people do before the internet consumed our lives?

At first glance it looks like an empty set of possibilities, as barren as a field of grass in October (yay segues to the photo!).

But as the day goes on, I’m finding things to do. I’ve done some reading. I installed a 10-year old game on my computer and played around in that. I’ve fiddled with some art. I pestered my parents and did some laundry. I petted my dogs. I played a tabletop role-playing game over at the local game store. I hit the library to update this blog and find some books and dvds. I even did some embroidery.

So really, there’s a lot hidden out there for me to do. Just like this field, which hides the reservoir for the Old Faithful geyser underneath it. It just takes some waiting and contemplating to notice the hidden depths.

Doesn’t mean I wasn’t twitching about the lack of internet all day long, though.

  

A Splash of White against Green

Photo #416: DogwoodLocation Taken: Savage, Maryland
Time Taken: April 2010

It’s dogwood season again. I like dogwoods. They’ve got such brilliant white flowers, with large floppy petals.

That and they’re a flowering tree. I have an odd fondness for flowering trees.

I think it’s because I find the monotonous greens most other trees sport to be a little, well, monotonous. A splash of color never hurts.

Well, unless it distracts someone at the wrong time. Or if that someone has a mental disorder that causes them to freak out at things that are too different or something. Or it blocks someone from seeing a crutial piece of information that just happens to be the same color.

But aside from that, more colors never hurt.

  

Essay #5,000,003,241 on why I dislike Sunny Days

Photo #415: Brilliant SunLocation Taken: Upstate New York
Time Taken: December 2010

It took me a long time to realize I was allergic to sunlight.

Well, there’s a pretty good chance that said allergy wasn’t strong enough for me to notice for most of my life, but still, the exhaustion and headaches and lethargy I get from even minor exposure should have clued me in pretty quickly.

But it was only last summer where I finally got a large enough exposure (10 minutes in direct sunlight, I know, so much!) that I got a migraine from it, and I decided that my growing suspicions were true.

There was a lot in the way of me discovering it. Some of them, such as my tendency to stay inside and to hang thick blankets over all my windows, might have possibly been encouraged by a subconscious knowledge of the allergy. But there were other possible factors that might have been why I felt icky after being outside that were lovely red herrings.

For one thing, I had childhood exercise induced asthma. Any time I did any sort of exercise more strenuous than walking, I lost my breath and couldn’t catch it again easily, which is most thoroughly unpleasant. Since most of what I do outside involves some sort of exercise, that was an easy explanation.

But that faded away when I was 20 or so.

At the same time, though, my allergies increased in strength. Doses that used to be not a problem suddenly gave me nasty headaches. I used to be able to drink two or three cups of tea before my caffeine allergy kicked in, for instance. Now I can’t have it at all.

Which is really sad, since I rather liked green tea. At least there’s some delicious herbal teas out there.

And before you start extolling your favorite decaf tea, even decaffeinated teas have enough remnants of caffeine that I get a headache from them. It’s just a smaller one than regular tea.

But because of this strengthening, a whole slew of new allergens for me to watch out for popped up, such as shellfish and asparagus. I probably was allergic to them before, but I never had a large enough serving size for the allergy to kick in. Some I’m still not sure about my current limit on because I just don’t like the taste (I’m looking at you, asparagus).

This meant a few years of getting random headaches as I encountered new allergens, so the occasional headache from being outside too much could have easily slipped under the radar.

The other red herring was heatstroke. I have more trouble with my sun allergy during the summer than during the winter. It might be because the heat stresses out my body so it can’t metabolize the allergen fast enough, it might be because the sun is literally closer and stronger during the summer, it might be that there’s more sunny days in summer, or it might just be because I do more that calls for leaving the house during the summer. But that hid the allergy some, since, well, the sun’s around all year but I only really have problems with it during the hotter months. It could have just been the sunlight heating up my body too much and that causing a reaction.

It’s tough to get heatstroke in 10 minutes while fully hydrated, though. That’s what told me that I could rule out that possibility.

So last summer I picked up an SPF jacket, a thin coat that you can wear on the hottest days that gives you the equivalent of at least SPF 50. And that did the trick. When I’m wearing that, I can play outside nearly as easily as anyone else.

…You know, that might be another reason I don’t have trouble during the winter. I wear a winter coat then, which would provide a decent amount of SPF protection just from the material… Huh…

Whatever the case, today was the first day of the year where just driving to the grocery store was enough sunlight exposure to give me a headache. So I guess it’s time to pull out the jacket again. Well, in those rare occasions I deign to leave the house, anyway.

  

Here a Green and there a Green and everywhere a Green!

Photo #414: Green GreenhouseLocation Taken: Garfield Park Conservatory, Chicago, Illinois
Time Taken: April 2008

Spring has fully sprung, and the world is covered in deep layers of green, like an artist working in monochromes spilled his entire paint set over all the bare trees.

Not that I’ve ever done anything like that ever, mind you.

Never ever.

This photo isn’t of Spring green, though. It’s of greenhouse green. They’re similar, but the hue is different. Really.

But even the water is green.