We had just about every type of weather in the course of a few hours: rain, sleet, hail (twice), snow, and high winds.
Temperatures were in the mid 50's and down into the 30's. There was thunder, and then at about 2:00PM it cleared, and we got a rainbow that lasted as long as it took this gray cloud to snuff it out.
I got home, and one of the flower pots, that also hold my solar light, was blown over. I straightened it up and admired the fact that the blooms were still vibrant, if not a bit wind swept. Its December and I have color on my kitchen step. These plants are tough.
It made me think of the derogatory way pansy is used to call a man weak or gay. I don't know how this plant became that adjective. They are strong, not weak. Their colors are strong. I don't know how being a pansy became an insult, but its wrong. Call me naive, but I can think of worse names. But name calling does hurt, and that's a whole other blog!
But next time I hear the pansy "insult", I'll just be shaking my head.
Main Entry: 1pan·sy
Pronunciation: \ˈpan-zē\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English pancy, pensee, from Middle French pensée, from pensée thought, from feminine of pensé, past participle of penser to think, from Latin pensare to ponder — more at pensive
Date: 15th century
Pronunciation: \ˈpan-zē\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English pancy, pensee, from Middle French pensée, from pensée thought, from feminine of pensé, past participle of penser to think, from Latin pensare to ponder — more at pensive
Date: 15th century
1 : a garden plant (Viola wittrockiana) derived chiefly from the hybridization of the European Johnny-jump-up (Viola tricolor) with other wild violets; also : its flower2: a. usually disparaging : a weak or effeminate man or boy
b. usually disparaging : a male homosexual
Sorry this is a slow post. Blogger had a technical problem here last night.
Inside my shoulder that is. 
That wild hair belongs to Amy, my 
That chin belongs to me, the patient, who is not very patient with the fact that my shoulder has not bounced back as quickly as I would have liked. I'm wearing my heating pad for 15 minutes to get ready for therapy. Also the thing that looks like the TV remote is the control for this gadget that I will have to find out the name for. It has two sticky pads that are on each side of my shoulder that stimulate the muscles with these odd little tingly sensations. Sometimes its comfy and sometimes it makes the shoulder spasm and twitch. I guess for the good. Its some sort of electrical stimuli I think. A bit more research needed. 
This is Kristi also known as "The Hand". Not really, but she has so many attractive features that we didn't know where to start! The Hand keeps track of my timers and reps every day. A real Drill Sergeant!
Diagnosis: Shoulder pain. That's the right shoulder. OK Kristi? 
Letting my fingers do the walking. Boring, but a good stretch. 
And a little rhythm helps me keep going on my band exercises.
And counting to five on my holds: 19, two, three, four, five. Twenty , two......
One of the scary views indoors.
And now - more weights. ONE pound!!!!!! Definitely do not want to bulk up too much. 
I pulled over and Santa gave me a wave while he touched his dog. The dog acknowledged the touch. It was sweet. This sighting made me smile!
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