peering outside from my not-feeling-so-well bed. Outside where I would normally be.
To inside; where I viewed the last lingering light of the day.
Got to feel better, got to get back outside - gardening possibly tomorrow.
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
supposed straight talk
My wife was showing the outward symptoms, signs for the Covid-19 virus.
Slight fever, aches and pains, malaise and disoriented with deep, dry coughing and wheezing. She met with her primary care physician, and concerned, he sent her directly to one of our local ER's with a prescription, for her to be treated and specifically tested for the Coronavirus.
There in the emergency room, she was placed on a respirator (her oxygen levels were low). After 4 hours of treatment and observation for the ongoing symptoms, she was released with a physician's 'script' for a strong steroid. The final diagnosis - acute "bronchitis". She would not be admitted because she did not show signs for their hospital's criteria - either that of being "life-threatening" and/or of needing "critical care".
The ER's recommendation: Call around to different facilities the following day for the CoVid-19 swab and testing procedures. One facility after another told me, "Sorry, currently unavailable". Medical labs, local and state health departments, again her Primary Care doctor, and finally reaching out to our largest public hospital's, Emergency Care unit - all, testing unavailable.
Some personal information on the script (below) deleted for privacy. Her 'flu' swab from the ER came back negative.
On the ER ward, my wife's room was closed and the blinds drawn with posted notices.
For me, the hospital's provided disposable face mask.
For now, my wife has been put on a State's physicians, "notification list", per her primary care's order.
Slight fever, aches and pains, malaise and disoriented with deep, dry coughing and wheezing. She met with her primary care physician, and concerned, he sent her directly to one of our local ER's with a prescription, for her to be treated and specifically tested for the Coronavirus.
There in the emergency room, she was placed on a respirator (her oxygen levels were low). After 4 hours of treatment and observation for the ongoing symptoms, she was released with a physician's 'script' for a strong steroid. The final diagnosis - acute "bronchitis". She would not be admitted because she did not show signs for their hospital's criteria - either that of being "life-threatening" and/or of needing "critical care".
The ER's recommendation: Call around to different facilities the following day for the CoVid-19 swab and testing procedures. One facility after another told me, "Sorry, currently unavailable". Medical labs, local and state health departments, again her Primary Care doctor, and finally reaching out to our largest public hospital's, Emergency Care unit - all, testing unavailable.
Some personal information on the script (below) deleted for privacy. Her 'flu' swab from the ER came back negative.
On the ER ward, my wife's room was closed and the blinds drawn with posted notices.
For me, the hospital's provided disposable face mask.
For now, my wife has been put on a State's physicians, "notification list", per her primary care's order.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
every Spring - Circus Sarasota
An exceptional one-ring, European styled show with numerous international acts.
Four year-old grandson Nicolo, with his girlfriend Jade Paul, waiting to share their cotton candy.
In the show's opening act, a great (hidden) stunt performed by the renowned, fast-paced Alanian Riders.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
lonesome trees ........
.. long memories. The tree is starting to lean, dipping a bit. Waiting hard for the tree to come down.
Mardi Gras, now over. Approaching soon, the 'Ides of March'.
Mardi Gras, now over. Approaching soon, the 'Ides of March'.
Monday, February 10, 2020
the Greator Newtown Historical Gallery
(Black History Month)
Heard about the "gallery" after reading a short bit in our local paper, so decided I'd go out and have a look. Arrived just in time for Jetson Grimes, the gallery's proprietor, to drive up just as he was going to open-up his hair salon next door.
I've known "Jet" for some 30 years now, back from when I first interviewed him - and back then, while doing his portrait. As a respected leader of Sarasota's historic African-American community (Newtown), Jetson Grimes has put together a collection, and now a showcase, of a local and unique community's history.
Carlton Baker - for nearly 60 years, ran one of Newtown community's last gas stations.
Willie B. Rogers - ran the local African-American community's first and only movie theater, the Ace.
Little ones at Newtown's Day Nursery
City of Sarasota's Sanitation workers outside the Municipal Auditorium.
The Club Palms, entertainment flyer. The "Palms" was an all black showcase located in a simple, single story, wood-framed building right off of old Hwy 301 - not far from today's Manatee / Sarasota County line.
The racial push for the integration of Sarasota County's beaches (1955).
School sports, always a big part of the African-American Community.
The Newtown Community Center originally started as a USO Club, then used for a multitude of social activities.
And on floor display, a glass showcase featuring those ever popular, early black publications.
Heard about the "gallery" after reading a short bit in our local paper, so decided I'd go out and have a look. Arrived just in time for Jetson Grimes, the gallery's proprietor, to drive up just as he was going to open-up his hair salon next door.
I've known "Jet" for some 30 years now, back from when I first interviewed him - and back then, while doing his portrait. As a respected leader of Sarasota's historic African-American community (Newtown), Jetson Grimes has put together a collection, and now a showcase, of a local and unique community's history.
Carlton Baker - for nearly 60 years, ran one of Newtown community's last gas stations.
Willie B. Rogers - ran the local African-American community's first and only movie theater, the Ace.
Little ones at Newtown's Day Nursery
City of Sarasota's Sanitation workers outside the Municipal Auditorium.
The Club Palms, entertainment flyer. The "Palms" was an all black showcase located in a simple, single story, wood-framed building right off of old Hwy 301 - not far from today's Manatee / Sarasota County line.
The racial push for the integration of Sarasota County's beaches (1955).
School sports, always a big part of the African-American Community.
The Newtown Community Center originally started as a USO Club, then used for a multitude of social activities.
And on floor display, a glass showcase featuring those ever popular, early black publications.
Friday, January 24, 2020
Everglades, Florida Bay, Cape Sable, Whitewater Bay
Everglades National Park
Tents provided as rentals by the National Park service.
Looking southeast across a 'protected' Florida Bay
The end of the Florida (continental U.S.) mainland. Shoreline composed of natural limestone bedrock. (Cape Sable peninsula in the far background)
Wilson flying / monitoring his 'drone' across the mud flats of Florida Bay and Cape Sable.
The Snake Bight estuary along Florida Bay, hit hard two-and-a-half years ago by Hurricane Irma.
An endangered, American 'Saltwater' Crocodile, drifting in the bay-water cloudy with sentiment after a recent cold front that had blown through with strong, heavy northerly winds. (estimated 9 foot in length).
A small island, built of 'red' mangrove, beginning a new life in Whitewater Bay
With a rented skiff, all alone, in the middle of a large Whitewater Bay
My son Wilson, filming a sequenced, time-lapsed sunset across the 'sawgrass' prairie within the National Park
On our last day heading out, that same sunset now settling over the Glades area, noted as "Pa-hay-okee" (a native Seminole / Creek term used for 'grassy waters').
Tents provided as rentals by the National Park service.
Looking southeast across a 'protected' Florida Bay
The end of the Florida (continental U.S.) mainland. Shoreline composed of natural limestone bedrock. (Cape Sable peninsula in the far background)
Wilson flying / monitoring his 'drone' across the mud flats of Florida Bay and Cape Sable.
The Snake Bight estuary along Florida Bay, hit hard two-and-a-half years ago by Hurricane Irma.
An endangered, American 'Saltwater' Crocodile, drifting in the bay-water cloudy with sentiment after a recent cold front that had blown through with strong, heavy northerly winds. (estimated 9 foot in length).
A small island, built of 'red' mangrove, beginning a new life in Whitewater Bay
With a rented skiff, all alone, in the middle of a large Whitewater Bay
My son Wilson, filming a sequenced, time-lapsed sunset across the 'sawgrass' prairie within the National Park
On our last day heading out, that same sunset now settling over the Glades area, noted as "Pa-hay-okee" (a native Seminole / Creek term used for 'grassy waters').
For a related and recent, more in-depth article about the survival of the Everglades; https://gardenandgun.com/feature/everglades-wild-hope/
Friday, January 17, 2020
An entrepreneurial dream begins in a parking lot.
Donald S. Carlson Jr. (27) was born just a few miles south, 40 miles to the small community of Pt. Charlotte, Florida. Donald's family, Carlson Sr's, bought a dry-cleaning shop (Carlson Cleaners) here in Sarasota back in 1989, so for years the family relied on commuting daily, back and forth.
As Donald grew up within the business, he quickly learned the importance of what he respectfully calls, "stylish clothing". As Donald likes to put it, our need to, "dress for success". And, that's exactly what he set out to create. In that entrepreneurial spirit, Donald presents a tailored - 'suit shop on wheels'.
Recently I had noticed, on the outer perimeter of Westfield's 'Siesta Key' shopping mall, two distinctive trucks appearing to be parked permanently. Curious, the next day I stopped to inquire. A small clothing company on a promotional tour of the U.S.? Maybe. Or even possibly, passing by in the evening's low light, might be part of a small family circus act, temporarily parked overnight. Growing up in Sarasota, I had seen these happenings before.
Donald Carlson, with his constant pal, young gal Sage, discussing the shopping mall's parking arrangement.
A finely tailored suit that Donald created and displays.
His label - "Tweeds"
On down times, Donald enjoys a few card tricks.
My card, the Queen of Hearts.
Interested? For more info visit; http://suitsoutofatruck.com
As Donald grew up within the business, he quickly learned the importance of what he respectfully calls, "stylish clothing". As Donald likes to put it, our need to, "dress for success". And, that's exactly what he set out to create. In that entrepreneurial spirit, Donald presents a tailored - 'suit shop on wheels'.
Recently I had noticed, on the outer perimeter of Westfield's 'Siesta Key' shopping mall, two distinctive trucks appearing to be parked permanently. Curious, the next day I stopped to inquire. A small clothing company on a promotional tour of the U.S.? Maybe. Or even possibly, passing by in the evening's low light, might be part of a small family circus act, temporarily parked overnight. Growing up in Sarasota, I had seen these happenings before.
Donald Carlson, with his constant pal, young gal Sage, discussing the shopping mall's parking arrangement.
A finely tailored suit that Donald created and displays.
His label - "Tweeds"
On down times, Donald enjoys a few card tricks.
My card, the Queen of Hearts.
Interested? For more info visit; http://suitsoutofatruck.com
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