Life can be confusing...

 

And that is why frustration occurs. Like me getting PT for this unusual physical therapy adjustment of BPPV.

Not too many know how to do it.

This whole issue of drunken sailor-dom sensation and nausea caused by it is very disconcerting. And yet, it appears to be a specialized field of expertise to care for it appropriately.

So far, nearly a week has gone by, to ascertain the proper specialist in the field of this nature!

What it seemed to me they are few and far between. 

So, now the in-home therapy company has acquired the services of Mark who is supposed to call me today for an appointment tomorrow. He just called and will be here tomorrow! Yay!

I was once called a frequent flyer in the world of PT, OT and NMMT.

Since 1997 I have had on and off over twenty-five times physical, occupational, and neuromuscular therapies.

Now this new one.

Moving on...

Hubby continues his patio and deck work today by painting the patio.

He just came back from Home Depot where he bought their Behr white deck paint, another gallon; we had only a partial gallon left here at home.

Hubby also needed the fittings for the new saltwater generator, that arrived yesterday.

Although until we receive the new liner that is on hold.

The patio is nasty looking until painted!

All that furniture came off the patio and needs a good washing down too.

In case you can't make it out, it is a table with six chairs and a rolling cart.

In the forefront of the furniture picture, as well as the first picture, is our power washer. A very handy item that we make sure we have in working order or it's replaced. It is needed due to the moist heat of Florida calling for one regularly! In the nearly thirty-five years that we have been living here, it has proven to be a very worthwhile necessary exterior painting necessity!

And so, we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!