Birthday's, Gloomy Day's And Meniere's

Relations,

Welcome.

The day out is warm, not hot. There's a breeze out that is a want-to-be cool. Sweetly brushing my face with kisses from them before me and those I've yet to meet. This way comes the Crow.

I have scattered bread crumbs, stale Japanese Noodles, and have filled the feeders with seed and corn. I have included dried cranberries in one feeder. My feathered Cousins are happy and sing joyful songs when associating out back. Mates come to eat together, as if stepping out for a sandwich. The male Cardinal always stands guard as Mama eats and drinks first. Then he partakes. I have observed a very clearly defined 'pecking' order amongst my cousins. I won't go into specifics right now, but yes, from the Bird of Prey all the way through to the Doves, the most peaceful ones yes, but also the most anxious. Oh yes, please do pardon the 'pecking' pun there.

The dark grey clouds looming overhead are so apropos for celebrating the anniversary of one's birth. I admit that the weather circumstances this time of year are my favorites. I have but One Moon this year and it passes me by, as today marking the anniversary of birth shall pass too.

Meniere's has been annoying and very troublesome this morning. The nausea runs medium high, the knot in my throat has been protecting me from projectile vomit. Had a Vietnam era helicopter parked out in the North Yard with its "whomp-whomp-whomp" around noon. The sound has calmed and changed to a random loud BEEP! Both effects in my left Deaf ear. My right ear has listened to moments of total silence and has listened to a wide open prairie and the inhabitants living within my right brain. There is a swirl to my dizzy state of being since morning, which has required a heightened state of physical awareness. This is a necessary requirement. This serves as an anti-fall and aids with malfunctioning balance and coordination. Look, I can't say yet that I have adapted to this World of Meniere's and don't know if that's possible even - but I'm fighting this War. Day after day, battle after battle, attack after attack. One day at a time - sometimes it's moment by moment. I must keep on truckin'. Yes, I said must. This type of invisible disease drives a person in a different direction. This is 'My Path'.