Well, my imagination is all I have left and I want to share it with you.
Medical updates and autumnal images mix as well as heaven and hell. First I'll give a brief medical update.
I saw the wound care doctor yesterday (Tuesday?). Usually there's an annoying entourage - - two doctors, a nurse practitioner, and an "assistant". Yesterday it was only my usual wound care doctor. No one else.The cancerous wound on my upper arm has shrunk condiderably, no bleeding at all for the past two weeks. Good news.
Another curious bombshell. The mysterious Cookeville doctor appointment on November 10th that nobody told me about has suddenly been canceled. Who canceled it.....and why? Halloween goblins playing tricks? This same thing has happened numerous times over the past months.
And, of course, I ask questions......and nobody knows.
A lot of nothing is known here. A lot.
A transition
I know nothing about this autumn 2025 nor anything about my house and property.
Probably never will. No, no.....let's not go to the unknown.
I'm zonked on medications that do not alleviate the pain.
I can only offer my personal imagination of autumn. I made at least 200 autumn AI images this year. It was nearly impossible to pick favorites.
Jon, ❤️
When you speak of this, and you will.........be kind.
I'm teasing you with "Tea and Sympathy".
Don't be afraid to comment, even if I rendered you speechless.
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"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"
Count Dracula to Jonathan Harker.
I like these images so much that it inspired a rerun.....from the 1897 novel "Dracula" by Bram Stoker.
Midnight journey to Dracula's Castle.
I've been having an interest in antique Halloween clocks, so I "created" some - - which were inspired by Paranormal John (who likes my "real-life" antique Halloween clock).
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Midnight Hungarian Magyar duet with violin and mandolin.
Journey of the witch
Could be the witches' house
Telling ghost stories.....
October Eve
Midnight Rider
Danse Macabre
Autumn, stitch by stitch
And my real, genuine autumn clock
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Jon, if you are still on hospice, I suspect they are responsible for the curious things happening. My mother was on hospice and we had to sign papers acknowledging that all of her care would be in their control and she would no longer be given special treatments. She was 93 years old and would be kept comfortable. Ask to see the paperwork you signed when you went on hospice. Also, the hospital should have a social worker of some sort that advocates for you. Carolyn Green
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