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Morrisa Sherman
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Artsy homemaker and surreal dreamer
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Time for a new bird feeder, I guess. It happens. Sometimes bird feeders just explode. Natural causes.
The photo shows a brick path with broken pieces of a plastic bird feeder laying about, and a lot of birdseed scattered.
January 12, 2026 at 10:11 PM
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Happy Tortula muralis moss, mysteriously able to live its best life on the barren wasteland of my mailbox bricks. Life finds a way.
Tufty tiny cushions of moss growing on bricks A closer photo of the moss, sporangia setae tendrils visible
January 8, 2026 at 8:34 PM
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Oh it's Squirrel time again, indeed. THOSE TAILS
It's a cold wet day, and the easy eating at the frog fountain buffet has a lot of customers. There are a few more frisking around, but in frame, photo shows eight squirrel friends enjoying sunflower seeds. This squirrel keeps her tail neatly folded in a fabulous puff. omg the tails are so poofly
January 7, 2026 at 5:05 PM
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Selfie shows me in layers of olive green, smiling wanly. I had a consult with my orthopedic surgeon today re: recurrence of swelling and continued low grade fevers after two recent hip surgeries, the attempted torn muscle repair, and the cleanup surgery and graft removal. Appt. report in ALT TEXT.
post hip exam report on 1/6/26 My surgeon says the good news from the MRI on 12/27 is that the collections of fluid on the scan show "no bone or joint involvement" like we saw on the scan before the debridement cleanup surgery, (bone/joint involvement was why he thought that debridement surgery and graft removal was necessary) but what's there now is a non-trivial fluid collection. He sees three paths forward. All of the options will probably need a checkup MRI at some point. I'm glad I'm not the president. "What is she trying to hide with all these MRIs?! The American People want to know!" The three options are: 1) Stay on antibiotics and wait for body to resorb the undefined gunk. 2) Go to a colleague of his and get the gunk needle aspirated, ultrasound guided, so we're not just aiming blind at a couple of puffy spots. Fanciest zit popping ever. If there's "product," we'd biopsy it to see again if the reaction is to a bacterial intrusion. This is a hospital procedure and may require installing a drain, AND either an overnight stay in the hospital for a day or two, or me maintaining and emptying the drain at home. Gross, but I'm pretty sure I'm up for that if needed. I'll listen to doc advice, but in my mind, if it really is as simple as keeping a drain clean, a hospital stay is a costly thing to pay for, just to avoid some gunk disposal. Option 3) another cleanout surgery. This would be the most assured cleanout, and he'll do it if I want it. But OMG. I asked for option 2. I feel like I've been DOING option 1 for a while now. The debridement surgery was over six weeks ago, Nov 20th! He says he's going to reach out to his colleague and try to expedite getting me scheduled. He notes: It is possible that the undefined gunk is a hematoma, basically a big bruise, not a seroma pocket, and may be too "gelatinous" to aspirate, it might not flow easily, which would put me back at options one or three, wait for resorption, or surgery.
January 6, 2026 at 9:44 PM
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Dove time!
No squirrels to be seen today as a flock of mourning doves and the odd junco or two feast at the sunflower seeds spread near the froggo fountain.
January 3, 2026 at 6:01 PM
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It's squirrel time!
Photo shows four happy squirrels feasting on sunflower seeds in front of a rococo fountain featuring a frog eternally spitting water from its lips
January 2, 2026 at 8:22 PM
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Another little fashion show from your favorite disabled maximalist. Long outfit descriptions stashed in the ALT texts. Happy New Year's Eve, Bluesky! I make it look GOOD, but I aspire to stop needing a walker in 2026. I wish us all healing, creativity, and better days ahead.
My husband surprised me with this soft, lushly printed Mucha scarf, and I'm JUST the lass to layer an orange, teals, and blues outfit to go with it! The squash-blossom necklace is a howlite stone imitation, not real turquoise, but the thicc, round, sunny colored beads are real amber, a smashing antique fair find! This navy blue cutwork lace dress isn't available retail any more, but if you hunt around on etsy or poshmark or whatever, it was from "Soft Surroundings," and it's called "Suri." I also have it black and in ivory. The dress came with a matching lining that was annoyingly well sewn to the lace overlay, but I carefully cut it out with embroidery scissors, as the outstanding cutwork nearly disappears when laid over the same color. Subtle. But I'm not a subtle person. I like wearing it over a contrasting slip so the art-deco-like cutwork can dazzle. I also reworked the dotted navy layer. It started as a 1930s vintage, heavy silk dress. I carefully cut it open down the front and edged the cut with bias tape to turn the rather frumpily cut dress into a layerable duster. I'm accessorized with my black Goorin Brothers porkpie hat, a lapis lazuli mala bead necklace, legacy strands of one real and two faux pearl necklaces inherited from my mother, a lovely sculpted flowers necklace and matching brooch by jewelry artist Michael Michaud, gifts from my husband from a few years back, and a holiday gift from this year, a lovely cameo brooch from my fave vintage treasure shop, Cottage Jewel in Danville, CA. If you layer enough summerwear, you can be warm in winter. I'm wearing two short cotton green skirts, a gardeny patterned and horizontally pleated one over a tiered solid pale green one. I crocheted the raglan lace sweater from a very thin, variegated, grassy green alpaca yarn I bought at an estate sale. I believe it took me three forevers to finish it. Over that is a vintage 30s vest some enterprising artist made of a heavyish upholstery weight brocade edged with a leaf patterned ribbon, and a thrifted brown, button-down, lined chiffon dress worn open as a duster. I'm accessorized with a pine green infinity scarf, a Goorin Brothers mad hatter short topper, a few vintage costume jewelry brooches of bronzey colored lacy metal with and glass and malachite cabochons, an olive green grommet belt, and a brown, intricate, woven-leather belt that I believe is vintage seventies. It's a burgundy colored day. I'm wearing a short cotton jersey dress over a vintage black slip with a knife-pleated hem. Over layers are a lightweight, super-ruffly duster cardigan, and over that a satin robe-de-chambre. My topper today is a wide brimmed wool cordovan adorned with vintage ostrich and crow feathers. It's little hard to see in this shot, but I have accessorized with garnet necklaces.
December 31, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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Happy Merry!
I've been wanting to wear my dusty rose long ruffle-waterfall skirt and the top whose dyed eyelet-lace trim beautifully matches the skirt's strange, elusive color, you know, because pretty, and because I'm proud I found a top that matched the skirt without having the skirt with me when I bought the top. There are so very many undertones to the various dusty roses out there, it was a triumph of color match-itude! Today I also realized that the floral top has red and green in it, which of course makes it Christmas-wear, dusty rose or no. I reinforced the vibe with layering a blue-green cardigan and an olive duster, topping with a berry-red cloche hat, and deep red garnet necklaces.
December 25, 2025 at 5:05 AM
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A nice portrait of Trifle Cat
Photo shows a close face portrait of Trifle, my lynx-point Siberian poosecat. I love that face, her blue eyes, her white eye make-up, those long white whiskers, and that ballet-slipper-pink nose... omg
December 23, 2025 at 6:19 AM
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AMBROSE! OMG, there you ARE! I have heard you proclaim your ineffable presence, your regal might, in my yard, night after night, and at last I may see you? Today I may? Gushing descriptions in the ALT texts.
Ambrose the great horned owl of the stentorian voice, he who proclaims Hoo hoo hoo HOOOah every night, at last deigns to allow me to see him. Here he is sitting in the oak in front of my house in backlit silhouette, his "horns" are great indeed. Ambrose the great horned owl of the stentorian voice, is majestic AND magnanimous. He actually allowed me to respectfully inch around the tree and catch his regal raiments in better lighting. I'm astounded he allowed it. I am NOT a silent tiptoeing sylph, gimping on my noisy-ass metal walker! Here he is sitting in the oak in front of my house his wonderful ticked stripy chest calm and his eyes JUST visible in the waning light as he regards me. OMG. My heart!!
December 19, 2025 at 2:56 AM
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Well hello tiny one.
A stripey grey moth rests on my threshhold.
December 18, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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Last night in the dreaming, a number of my oldest friends found one another again. We were thrilled that so many of us were still around decades later, and we started a group chat called "A Gathering of Hopeless Meat." It was just as messy and rude as you'd expect. I love them so.
December 16, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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The discover feed truly improved my week. "Scoundrels Villains & Knaves: Disneyland, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Popular Culture" by Foxx Nolte, examines pirates, the pop-culture blend of fictional and historical iconography, through the lens of the Disney parks ride. @foxxnolte.bsky.social
Photo shows the cover of "Scoundrels Villains & Knaves: Disneyland, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Popular Culture" by Foxx Nolte. I bought my copy from thriftbooks.com
December 16, 2025 at 7:39 PM
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Look down
Old roots from a cut down tree, alive with layered turkey tail fungus! A close up shot of layers of fan-shaped turkey tail fungus on an old tree root, some oxalis and and blades of thin grass grow beside it
December 15, 2025 at 8:47 PM
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Oooo! New friend! The backyard fountain where we spread seeds has visitors every day, but the crowd is quite consistent. Finches, juncos, mourning doves, squirrels, and the occasional bandtail pigeon, tit, or Steller's jay. TODAY a nuthatch came to call! Omg! I hope he comes back with pals!
It's Finch O' Clock at the frog fountain, with an oodle of house finches and western goldfinches. One birb in the photo bends over the stone frog's lips and drinks straight from the fountain stream. Oh wow, oh joy, oh ehm jee, a common enough chap, but a bird I have never seen in our yard before! WELCOME NUTHATCH!
December 14, 2025 at 2:55 AM
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I got a good selfie on my first try! It is officially a GOOD day. Fit description in alt text.
A pleasing selfie. I'm wearing a plaid purple dress over a mesh layering top in purples and magenta. I'm accessorized with a purple lace mesh scarf over a solid magenta pashmina, earrings and pendant necklaces in gold and purple, a little black wool bowler hat that I am adjusting to a rakish tilt with my hand (if one is wearing a hat at a tilt, is there any other appropriate adjective besides "rakish?") and a few brooch pins. One brooch is an antique, a hand-painted repro after one of the famous contemplative cherubim by Raffaelo Sanzio on porcelain. It was one of my mother's legacy treasures, and I feel her with me when I wear it.
December 13, 2025 at 8:09 PM
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A wee fashions show. If one MUST spend months of one's time gimping around the house on a walker recovering from hip surgeries, one may as well enjoy looking glamorous while doing so!
Morrisa stands leaning on her walker. She wears a cream colored blouse patterned with russet colored lilies, a matching skirt, a mesh beige overlay with black dotted godet panels over the skirt, two belts and a floral silk bolo cinching her waist, a few necklaces including one strung with dramatic large vintage chinese cinnabar beads she found at an antique fair, and a straw hat. She is next to a couch, and her cat Trifle has claimed the floral jacket Morrisa had intended to wear with the outfit. It belongs to Trifle now. Morrisa wears a full length flowing, loosely-ruffled gown in a chocolate brown with a deco-patterned vintage chiffon duster over it, a velvet burnout scarf in russet, brown, and gold tones, several long necklaces and brooch pins, and a feathered brown cloche pinned with a big vintage brooch that has a large brown-amber colored cut-glass cabochon. Morrisa next to her walker stands by a glass-front cabinet. She really SHOULD hang up that black and white ink pic of a raptor that leans against the cabinet at her feet. She's wearing a mixed black and white ensemble of a vintage silk skirt with a knotwork pattern, a belted short and close-fitting white cardigan with small black dots and black edging, and a looser and longer black over sweater with white dots in variegated sizes. One of her necklaces is a pendant made of a geodized ammonite fossil. In this picture she wears a straw hat. A resin full-sized teaching skeleton is visible in the background. Morrisa next to her walker stands by a small maple tree with burgundy-red leaves in a layered look featuring a short black dress with a lace bodice and huge bell sleeves of applique rosette lace. She sports a black pork-pie hat, several long necklaces, and a few brooch pins.
December 8, 2025 at 7:50 PM
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The last supermoon of the year peeks at my backyard, and she is gloriously bright! My phone's not a good enough camera to catch the moon's face and craters, but I did manage to frame it with tree branches for interest.
The December supermoon appears as a diffuse ball of bright light, framed by the silhouettes of curved tree branches and leaves.
December 5, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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Tiny friend
Eensy weensy teensy brown lizard bebbee is dwarfed by my keys.
December 3, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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I am dressed cute. We are playing a coop Marvel edition of Dice Throne. TrifleCat is helping.
Photo is a selfie with my husband seated next to me. We're in our boardgame room, and some of the game library is visible in the background. Spread on the table are the brightly colored components of a coop Marvel version of Dice Throne. TrifleCat lies neatly on the table and watches with quiet bemusement. Trifle is (currently) quietly surveying our Dice Throne boardgame, doing a good job of lying on an unused area of the table, and (currently) not disturbing the complicated layout. My playboard shows that I am Captain Marvel. Trifle thinks Emma Frost is a good ally, but I'm not sure. She's a powerful card, but it's not easy to roll five of a kind. I'm wearing a soutache embroidered cardigan over a grass-green sweater that I crocheted and a short floral skirt, accessorized with necklaces of colored wooden beads and graduated malachite beads, an olive colored belt, a silk floral bolo worn as a second belt, and a brown cloche adorned with a feather fan and a large brooch with a large amber-colored cut glass cabochon.
November 29, 2025 at 1:27 AM
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The cleanup surgery of my torn-hip-muscle-revision surgery was yesterday, and the news is bad. My surgeon found deep infection, and had to remove the collagen allograft he gave me back in early September. My default mode is happiness, but I'm feeling depressed today. More nattering in ALT text.
Picture is the bonus ten of swords card from artist Lisa Serle's "Modern Witch Tarot." A woman in a rose colored blouse and teal skirt lies on the ground, pierced through by ten swords. Black clouds swirl across the whole background overhead as an angry red sky peeks between them, and black liquid seeps across the ground beneath her collapsed form, echoing the shape of the clouds. Her face is calm as she looks at her cellphone. Depression is a horrible state. I know from my personal history that I am fortunate enough to experience depression situationally, not chronically. I will feel better as I move forward in time, forward past the grief, or the loss, or the trauma. But wow. This is a big one. That was MY allograft! I WANTED that! I was USING those hip muscles, damnit! Sob.
November 21, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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I had a big day with a lot of driving. Ow, my hips. My husband and I went to brunch with a longtime friend who was in town, then I drove an hour to attend a clothing swap. NOW my sore old body has very important work. I am lying down and being a good warm bed for TrifleCat to repose upon.
Trifle, a lynx-point Siberian cat, resta on my belly. Her important, precious nose is ballet-slipper pink. In this second photo of Trifle resting on my belly, her pink nose is not visible, for it is completely covered by her perfect pink tongue.
November 16, 2025 at 1:08 AM
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Sad girl. My complication has complications. Post-op/pre-op bummer ramble stashed in the sad-selfie ALT text.
So. In the first week of September, I had a hip muscle repair REVISION surgery to correct a surgery I had in 2019. The repaired gluteus minimus tendon that had sheared off in a fall down some stairs retore a year and a half later. Sob. This time my surgeon used a new method. He actually reattached the tendon, and strengthened the repair with a patch augmentation made of human collagen. My body has appears to have found the experience distressing. I've had a big inflammatory response. Recovery has been plagued with soreness, swelling, a few days of gross dehiscing and oozing in early October, and weeks of low-grade fevers. My surgeon's been monitoring my progress with checkins and blood tests. The post-op CT scan my surgeon ordered THREE WEEKS AGO was FINALLY authorized by insurance. I got it done yesterday, in time for my follow-up appointment that I just had with my surgeon today. Sigh. I am feeling self-indulgently sad and sorry for myself. The good news from the CT scan shows that the repair is holding fine!! Yay! The bad news is that the persistent painful swelling isn't just swollen tissue. It's a pretty big, deep hemorrhagic fluid collection (a "phlegmon," which is apparently different from an abscess. Who knew there were so many words for "pocket of icky gunk.") All the oozing I did before didn't clear it out. My blood work shows that I don't have sepsis (systemic infection) and that the 3 courses of antibiotics I've been on have helped a LOT, but just staying on them long term has its own risks. My surgeon is quite concerned that I'm still running low fevers. It's been over two months since the surgery. Time to stop just waiting for antibiotics and intervene more assertively. He's going to schedule me for a follow-up surgery to clean out (and also analyze) the fluid collection/hemorrhage, probably next week, hopefully a week from today, if he can fit me in. Okay. Fine. BUT I DON'T WANNA. Your favorite Pollyanna is SAD.
November 14, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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Keep those aurora photos coming, dear friends and kind strangers. I can't check to see if we can see it this far south because the whole blasted SF Bay Area is blanketed in rain clouds! Feed me your beautiful sky colors!
November 13, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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I am a wild turkey paparazzo
Ooo, three wild turkeys behind an old oak A majestic old oak tree with a couple of wild turkeys beneath it Four wild turkeys wandering a church yard Two wild turkeys, who have OPINIONS about me following them to get a photo
November 12, 2025 at 6:59 PM