|The Wasp and the Tree Peony|
When your life becomes a sensory deprivation chamber none of the above are viable entertainment choices. Just this week, I listened to NPR for 15 minutes for the first time in about six months... and that was plenty, enough so that I needed recovery time.
|Sky Scrapers: those aren't power lines, they're scrapes!|
|King Louis' every-evening tryst with Catnip|
As a result, I've been on Facebook way more than I would care to admit. Facebook is perfectly designed for those of us with brain injuries. It provides connection to society and individuals... and believe me, at this point ANY connection is awesome, however electronic and "fake" it seems. And it provides this connection whenever I feel like it, when I'm ready and for the duration of time I'd like. It never overwhelms and I never have to figure out how to get out of it. Everything on Facebook is provided in bite-size chunks, just right for those of us struggling with reading comprehension and retention. I have been tempted to pretend I'm not on Facebook as much as I am, to look but not "like" or comment or let anyone be aware that I am lurking. That would be more respectable right? That would make me seem like one of those who have a life, a giant, awesome fabulous REAL life in which Facebook fades into the back ground like a year-old wad of used toilet paper tossed into the bushes behind a campsite by drunk, fighting morons. But then, that seems even more pathetic, to PRETEND to have a real life, which I don't and I haven't had for six months. So instead I'm on Facebook a lot and I'm not hiding it.
|This Asparagus claims to remember being a Cobra in a past life|
Glasses used to be optional, something I wore to reduce strain, but not necessary. With my brain now unable to focus on anything when my head is moving or focus on moving objects, it was too stressful to also expect me to compensate both new found farsightedness and old astigmatisms. And so I hope with these new aids I will make better strides in recovery.
|Tree Peony bud offers a cup of water|
|Baby Kale Jungle|
|Two Bleeding Hearts are better than one.|
And I got a new pet to replace my cow: a kombucha scoby. I wanted something special to drink on occasion and since alcohol and sensory confusion don't mix, I settled on kombucha and my first batch was wonderful! Yeah! I celebrated mothers day playing around with my kombucha mother.. and watching a Poirot with Blue that turned out to involve someone killing their mother.
*These photos, and many others over the past few months are part of my pretend project I've called "Five Acres and a Phone Camera," during which I've been exploring how many interesting shots I can take with my phone without leaving this property. It's been a focus and exploration of bringing my attention into life's small and simple things. No grand vistas here! And digital photos are super easy on the brain... at least the one's I'm taking.