About two weeks ago I had a really nice bike ride on the Waterfront Trail from Coronation Park to Mimico Waterfront Park. It was a gorgeous sunny day. This section of the Waterfront Trail hugs the shore of Lake Ontario with a string of beautiful parks and beaches. On a nice summer day, there are usually lots of recreational activities in the lake. I enjoyed the bike ride and the scenery along the way. I hope you enjoy the photos.




For my Public Art photo challenge this week, I am sharing a sculpture titled Campfire at Humber Bay Lookout. On a clear day, when you look through the opening of the sculpture, you see the CN Tower and Toronto’s skyline.

How was your week? I’d love to hear from you in the Comments or Weekend Coffee Share link-up #222 below. If you have public art images to share, please leave link in the Comments or create a pingback. I’d love to see your photos.
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Thanks to Natalie, the Explorer, for hosting this prompt.
Grab a chair and something to drink. If you were here, I would tell you that I am becoming very much more frightened about where my health is going. I know I have a terminal illness, and they can’t tell me how much longer it is going to be before I kick the bucket, as the doctor puts it. She is so knowledgeable, and she feels that I should know what is going to happen eventually here. I am getting worse, and she just keeps telling me that it is normal for this situation. I can’t stay awake. I fall asleep while eating dinner or even driving my power wheelchair around. Scary. In addition to the COPD, I have very swollen legs covered with sores. I have constant cellulitis, and it is making the sores leak pus, and it is very easy for me to get an infection in there, and that could make me lose my life even faster. Sepsis is nothing to play around with. My appetite is dwindling, and she says that it’s normal and I will eventually lose all desire to eat, and at that point, they will stop checking my blood sugar and take me off the insulin.
I hope my glasses arrive soon. Still waiting for them.
My feet are so swollen that wearing anything on them is very uncomfortable, and the men’s slippers didn’t work. I don’t know what will happen once I can’t wear anything. Will I be confined to bed at that point?
It’s the weekend again, so I am on my own in taking care of myself. I don’t shower because I can’t do it alone. It’s embarrassing to have someone bathe me. Things will worsen as time passes.
I sometimes wish that I knew how much time I have left, and other times I am glad that I don’t know.
I finally got my morphine straightened out. I get three set times a day. Originally, it was four. They changed it to 3 times a day for some reason, unless I misunderstood, which is possible. I am finding it increasingly difficult to understand things. I am having trouble telling time now as well. This really sucks. I would hate to not be able to use my computer anymore and write. That is also getting harder.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Tessa





