For three weeks, I've intended to take photos of and write about Johnny's carpal tunnel surgeries. But he did not leave his sling on or his wraps on long enough for me to get my act together and take photos the first time (right hand) or the second time (left hand). He is not a patient patient. But the surgeries seem to have worked fine and he no longer has off and on numbness and very annoying (to most people it would be painful) tingling up his arms to his shoulders.
Having his arm deadened from shoulder down for the surgeries scared him because it was like "having a dead arm" and took 24 hours for it to come back to life. On the first surgery he thought they'd destroyed a nerve or something because he couldn't feel his arm. Plus he had asked for no anesthesia because he wanted to watch the surgery. So they gave him 1/4 dose ("just to take the edge off") but he still fell immediately to sleep.
For the second surgery they gave him less and he was awake and able to ask questions but not see what was going on because the surgeon and attendants worked inside a tent. And the second time he knew his arm was only going to be dead for a day and he didn't panic. Plus he decided he didn't need that annoying wrap and took it off after a couple of days instead of the assigned week. (He lasted a few days longer on the first surgery before taking it off.) Johnny's wrists seem to have healed in spite of his impatience.
Besides carpal tunnel surgeries, we've had a witch invasion. It happens every year a bit before Halloween. Migrating witches crash all around the place. We did find one reason for a crash this year... check out her right hand. Don't text and fly!
Along with wayward witches, we are having the prettiest fall ever. The Big Leaf Maples are more colorful than I've ever seen them before. From what others say, the colors are more spectacular through the entire northwest than in the past. Maybe the witches are being dazzled by the colors and not watching where they're flying. Or maybe they're texting someone about how pretty the trees are...
When we moved to the west coast a zillion years ago, I missed the spectacular colors of the east coast... so I planted trees that turn red in the fall. Here is our arboretum this fall with the Amur Maples in their autumn finery.
And around the house, more reds of many shades...
But it's the native maples, usually a muddy yellow-brown this time of year, that are turning our hillside gold.
Next up: a colorful autumn birthday party plus cider making with Kevin, Jessica and Ian
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