What on earth do these things have to do with one another??? Everything. And, not just here on earth either!!!
In November of 2011, NASA launched Curiosity (The Mars Science Lab) with the rover landing on Mars August 5, 2012. Since then, Curiosity has been sending back more data than all other previous rovers combined. Go, Curiosity!!! But, I like one particular transmission best.
Back in February of 2011, NASA's administrator, Charlie Bolden, a self proclaimed science nerd who attended a science magnet school when he was a kid, contacted the BEP's (That's the Black Eyed Peas...to those of y'all not in the know!!!) front man, Will.i.am to see if he wanted to help with the agency's efforts to draw more young students into science, technology, and math classes. On August 28, 2012, Will.i.am's new song, Reach for the Stars, blasted across the air waves FROM MARS, back to the earthlings here at home!!!! ( For fun, google the event to check out some photos of brilliant space scientists gettin' down to some orchestral will.i.am!!! Too cool!!!)
Then, on September 21, (just last week!!!) MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston announced a "moon shot" (referencing the can-do spirit of the 1960's Apollo space program) to dramatically reduce cancer deaths from 8 types of cancer in the next 10 years. The program, to launch in February of 2013, plans to spend $3 billion to fund 6 research teams dedicated to accelerate the time cancer treatments proven by research will be used clinically for patients who need them. Cancer types selected are: acute myeloid leukemia, myelodysplastic syndrome, chronic lymphocytic leukemia, MELANOMA, lung cancer, prostate cancer, triple negative breast and ovarian cancer. These particular cancers were picked after a year long review by doctors and scientists "because the state of knowledge in the field today is such that if...acted upon with the technologies we have today, there would be a subsequent effect in the level of mortality," according to Dr. DePinno, president of MD Anderson.
But, possibly even more importantly, the Star Base program, an amazing interactive class room that seeks to bring 5th graders greater exposure to the fields of science, technology, and math, hired the best teacher in this galaxy and beyond just this past August. There, she brings the skills, knowledge, and principles of science and discovery to hundreds of children with incredible enthusiasm and an energy that lets every child know....they CAN....Reach for the Stars!!!!!! (That's my Ruthie!!! She teaches ME everyday!) Just think, she could be teaching the next NASA scientist, the researcher who cures cancer, and tomorrow's hot rapper....TODAY!!!!!
Why do they say the sky is the limit?
When I've seen the foot steps on the moon?
And I know, the sky might be high,
But, baby it ain't really that high.
And I know that Mars, might be far.
But, baby it ain't really that far!
Let's reach for the stars,
Reach for the stars!
Let me see your hands up!
Hands up! Get 'em up high. Hands up!
If you really feel alive,
Live it up, live it up!!!
will.i.am Reach for the Stars
MD Anderson Cancer Moon Shot
At this point...ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!! Check out the links above...and LIVE IT UP! - c
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Running with Rosie
Running
I run with her.
She glides easily along the path,
chattering.
I love to listen
even as I pant to keep up.
The clouds point our way,
As do the koi, the wrens,
the herons.
The roses smile
as we breathe by.
The builders smoke,
wearing extra shirts
as jackets.
Some run
because they are late.
I run with her.
Because I always have.
Because we are a team.
Because
she
is my light.
hcm
Saturday, September 22, 2012
People I don't know
I love "people watching". Airports, parks, restaurants, shopping, all provide ample opportunity. However, if you repeat a more than an hour long commute to your workplace for years, as I do, AND you're far sighted, as I am, it is another great place to watch. In fact, it is an even better venue, because you get to meet the same cast of characters over and over. Here are just some of the people I don't know...but kind'a feel like I do....
I like the older gentleman, who walks most every morning, despite some hemi-paresis, on a road not far from my house. His dedication to continue, everyday, inspires me and sets my morning off on the right foot.
I like to think about the guy I've never seen at the Komatsu plant. The one in charge of where they park, and how they position, the newly minted yellow monsters on their grounds. The giant machines are lined up in precise lines and curves, with their massive yellow beaks standing identically tall or reaching forward like the necks of mechanical swans in a perfectly manicured Japanese garden. I wonder if he is also the one in charge of the water that is of an unnatural cobalt color, as it trickles over the man-made rock fall. If so, I would guess he also thought of planting the row of cherry trees along the sidewalk whose blossoms are so beautiful each spring. I bet his house is very neat and very feng shui.
I don't like the 'special' Signal Mountain folks who think they don't have to get in the far right hand exit lane ahead of time, but can cut others off at will. Luckily, as I leave home before 7 am, I miss most of them. Drivers from 0645 and 0700 are much nicer than those who drive afterwards.
I like the girl with the long blond ponytail, red polo and khaki pants, who works at the Georgia welcome center. Every morning she walks the grounds, looking for debris left by visitors and removing it so that others may enjoy the pretty, lush, green field. She is very punctual and I can judge my own progress by her location. I worry about her feet though. In that thick grass, the early morning dew would surely leave her shoes wet all day.
I like the young guys in the Hubble Glass truck. The driver is steady. The two passengers are either talking animatedly, with broad gestures or are slumped on each others shoulders in deep slumber. I wonder which state of being the driver prefers.
I really loath NCHKPEA, in her grey Honda Accord, with her strangely black hair spiked up like a chicken. She is a bully. I watch her whiz in and out of traffic, tail cars who have absolutely nowhere else to go, as if with her being a jerk behind them, all the traffic in front of THEM will suddenly dissolve and a magical path for her royal specialness will automatically appear. I may be guilty of driving too fast on occasion. But, I don't drive mean. There was a grey Accord crashed and backwards in a ditch near my exit once. I was certain it was her. It wasn't. Oh, well, since school is back in session, I leave earlier than I did in the summer and have not been plagued by her jerkiness lately.
I like the older lady who walks with a forward tilt...everyday....rain or shine...round the Kroger parking lot, down Walnut Avenue, with a turn on the side road and round again. I wonder how many circuits she makes. She worries me a bit when she crosses at one of the lights. Her hesitating steps are like an invitation for disaster to more 'special' people who think that they have a unique pass that allows them to turn in front of oncoming traffic, even though their light has already changed, and, I fear, barrel into little old ladies. Wonder if she would like to walk with my friend on the mountain. "Now, Harold, you know we have to walk in this direction!"
I like the guy in his faded blue work shirt who drives the slightly disheveled yellow Chevette toward Chattanooga around 530 pm. I get to see him, elbow out the window in most weather, tooling steadily at no great pace, in the far right lane if I get out of the office on time. His car always reminds me of a bumble bee, with its two broad black stripes from nose to tail and its steady high pitched hum.
I like the guy in the red Smart Car. He actually looks a bit like Mr. Bean. Surely, he must be buffeted by all the 18 wheelers on the road! But, he just tools along, unperturbed.
Thanks to all my fellow travelers. You have kept me entertained. To some of you....PLAY NICE!!! To all of you, I wish you the best, wherever the road may take you. - c
I like the older gentleman, who walks most every morning, despite some hemi-paresis, on a road not far from my house. His dedication to continue, everyday, inspires me and sets my morning off on the right foot.
I like to think about the guy I've never seen at the Komatsu plant. The one in charge of where they park, and how they position, the newly minted yellow monsters on their grounds. The giant machines are lined up in precise lines and curves, with their massive yellow beaks standing identically tall or reaching forward like the necks of mechanical swans in a perfectly manicured Japanese garden. I wonder if he is also the one in charge of the water that is of an unnatural cobalt color, as it trickles over the man-made rock fall. If so, I would guess he also thought of planting the row of cherry trees along the sidewalk whose blossoms are so beautiful each spring. I bet his house is very neat and very feng shui.
I don't like the 'special' Signal Mountain folks who think they don't have to get in the far right hand exit lane ahead of time, but can cut others off at will. Luckily, as I leave home before 7 am, I miss most of them. Drivers from 0645 and 0700 are much nicer than those who drive afterwards.
I like the girl with the long blond ponytail, red polo and khaki pants, who works at the Georgia welcome center. Every morning she walks the grounds, looking for debris left by visitors and removing it so that others may enjoy the pretty, lush, green field. She is very punctual and I can judge my own progress by her location. I worry about her feet though. In that thick grass, the early morning dew would surely leave her shoes wet all day.
I like the young guys in the Hubble Glass truck. The driver is steady. The two passengers are either talking animatedly, with broad gestures or are slumped on each others shoulders in deep slumber. I wonder which state of being the driver prefers.
I really loath NCHKPEA, in her grey Honda Accord, with her strangely black hair spiked up like a chicken. She is a bully. I watch her whiz in and out of traffic, tail cars who have absolutely nowhere else to go, as if with her being a jerk behind them, all the traffic in front of THEM will suddenly dissolve and a magical path for her royal specialness will automatically appear. I may be guilty of driving too fast on occasion. But, I don't drive mean. There was a grey Accord crashed and backwards in a ditch near my exit once. I was certain it was her. It wasn't. Oh, well, since school is back in session, I leave earlier than I did in the summer and have not been plagued by her jerkiness lately.
I like the older lady who walks with a forward tilt...everyday....rain or shine...round the Kroger parking lot, down Walnut Avenue, with a turn on the side road and round again. I wonder how many circuits she makes. She worries me a bit when she crosses at one of the lights. Her hesitating steps are like an invitation for disaster to more 'special' people who think that they have a unique pass that allows them to turn in front of oncoming traffic, even though their light has already changed, and, I fear, barrel into little old ladies. Wonder if she would like to walk with my friend on the mountain. "Now, Harold, you know we have to walk in this direction!"
I like the guy in his faded blue work shirt who drives the slightly disheveled yellow Chevette toward Chattanooga around 530 pm. I get to see him, elbow out the window in most weather, tooling steadily at no great pace, in the far right lane if I get out of the office on time. His car always reminds me of a bumble bee, with its two broad black stripes from nose to tail and its steady high pitched hum.
I like the guy in the red Smart Car. He actually looks a bit like Mr. Bean. Surely, he must be buffeted by all the 18 wheelers on the road! But, he just tools along, unperturbed.
Thanks to all my fellow travelers. You have kept me entertained. To some of you....PLAY NICE!!! To all of you, I wish you the best, wherever the road may take you. - c
Friday, September 21, 2012
Pati...her amazing melanoma video. What IS one life worth?
Melanoma Treatment Options: What is it Worth to Extend ONE life?
A woman, just a bit younger than myself...dealing with Stage IV melanoma for the past two tears, while working as a professor and mother of two children (ages 5 and 10 years) in Europe has started an entire melanoma awareness and advocacy group, almost single handedly, there. She is amazing. Please check out a video she made. Link above. She echos things I think about...a lot.
Love - c
A woman, just a bit younger than myself...dealing with Stage IV melanoma for the past two tears, while working as a professor and mother of two children (ages 5 and 10 years) in Europe has started an entire melanoma awareness and advocacy group, almost single handedly, there. She is amazing. Please check out a video she made. Link above. She echos things I think about...a lot.
Love - c
Sunday, September 16, 2012
More than 20 trips to Moffitt in Tampa...
...and counting. With this many trips under our belt, we have this down. But, there is always something to amaze and entertain us in our travels. The drive down to Atlanta was pretty uneventful, with Brent having to apply his imaginary, super brake only a few times. We got to the airport in good time, and because we were traveling Delta rather than our usual Air Tran, due to better flight times, had to use the "red" side of the terminal. Pros: With Delta we could pick our seats when purchasing the ticket and the previously mentioned better flight schedule. Air Tran had canceled one of its afternoon flights, apparently. Cons: Delta flights were much more crowded, as was the parking, which was full in the daily rate section!!! And, HORRORS!!!! The gate we had to use had no Atlanta Bread Company! Their veggie sandwich has become a pre-flight staple!! Had to make do with Popeye's fried chicken. The flight was ok. Why do I always have to share my seat...literally!!!!...with large people? Oh, well....
Down to Tampa, and red is right!!!! The "red" side of THAT terminal has the best rental car area with the easiest exit to drive out of in the direction we wish to go....in my opinion!!! "Helpful" floor walker man, in the car park, points out the TWO, count them...two...available 'compact' options in Alamo's very fluid lineup. To my consternation, both were smelly! One in a cheap perfume air freshener trying to cover nasty kind of way, and the one I settled on, in a plastic, newly unwrapped, shower curtain liner fashion. It was a relatively new, plastic, Kia, Rio. Pretty zippy and fun, much like a go-cart. I liked it. Brent used his special brake a bit more.
We had decided to fore-go Waltz...which seemed to be suffering the effects of his absence the last time we were there...which makes me feel a bit guilty...you know me...to visit Columbia again. We got there easily in a pretty significant down pour, to which Brent declared in the particularly up-beat tones he utilizes frequently on these trips, that, "It is moving south!" Ok, Mr. Weatherman of amazing observational powers during the MIDDLE of a storm! We shall see. So, we sat in our plastic car in the parking lot, chatting and waiting for the storm to move south, so that we could take a walk about Ybor City and then have dinner. Sure enough, Mr. Weatherman was right. The rain abated and we walked along the pretty cobbled sidewalks amid a few art places, Cuban cigar makers, bars, restaurants, defunct versions of same, and tattoo parlors until we ran out of road and it started to mist again. We made our way back to Columbia for dinner.
The dancers were practicing in tee shirts and tights with great stomping and enthusiasm, but were not for show, as we were ushered by them to our seats in another section. I like the area we were placed in the best, as it looks more like a garden with white stone walls. The sangria was WITHOUT flies this time. I was not hungry since Popeye's was still sitting like a greasy lump in my tummy, so Brent decided to order a couple of their tapas dishes and the paella for us to share, which, per the menu, requires a wait of at least 30 minutes, in order to give me time to gain an appetite. Our waiter with obvious New Jersey overtones, made various recommendations and admonishments, but finally approved of our order. While waiting, we filled out our card to designate the charity of our choice that Columbia would be giving a portion of our bill to. They do this every September, which is petty cool and the second time we've gotten to partake. On his return to our table, our waiter took our paper for the charity (on which you note your own address) and reported conspiratorially, "Well! We've got someone from your neck of the woods in the kitchen!" "Really?" we ask, thinking....who on earth could that be? "Uh, huh! Emeril!!! He's here filming for his new show!" "Ohhhh." We try not to look too incredulous. But, he quickly moves his little Tampa/Yankee self along, so we don't have to worry. (I presume he means Emeril's TV show, The Originals, where Emeril highlights restaurants that are iconic in various cities and towns.) So, what's the deal? New Orleans.....Tennessee.....all mixed together in that chocolate gooey middle that is the portion of the United States, vaguely in the center, below the Mason Dixon Line. Oh well...his take on geography left us puzzled and laughing.
Dinner was ok...no sign of Emeril, our neighbor and pal, though. We made our way to our fav La Quinta, to try to get some rest before our fun at Moffitt in the morning. It was not to be. At midnight, new neighbors moved in with barking, squeaky dogs, running and yelling children, but even more dismaying....adults who had to shout back and forth in the hall about ice buckets....for over an hour!!! Brent finally called the front desk to ask that things become slightly quieter, and around two am, they did. REALLY felt like giving a big shout out, outside their, very quiet door at our fun, let's go to Moffitt time of 0700!!!! But, I restrained myself.
All went well at Moffitt. Easy stick and vampire like blood draw in the CRU. I'm telling you, some of the best nurses EVER work there...and I've known A LOT of nurses. Our exam/chats with Dr. Weber and others, I've already reported. Then, it was back to the CRU for the 30 minute anti-PD1 infusion, followed by the 30 minute saline rinse (so to speak), and 30 minutes more of vital signs (now decreased from the original 1 hour per the newly signed trial contract!!!). All went well, although this is the second time in a row that I developed a small bit of urticaria (hives) to my face during the infusion. It faded pretty quickly. I've got to remember to premedicate with Benadryl!! Then, we were off to the airport.
We got to our gate earlier than we had hoped, despite the horrible nightmare that is security in Tampa. Seriously, Atlanta has been recognized as the world's busiest airport in passengers since 1998 and in landings and take-offs as well, since 2005, with 92 million passengers moving through in 2011 and almost 1 million flights (923,991 to be exact). Meanwhile, Tampa dealt with 33,000 flights and 16,732,051 passengers last year (see wikipedia if you don't believe me!!!). Despite these facts, getting through security in Atlanta is a piece of cake compared to Tampa with their security workers trained in the mode of Barney Fife crossed with I'm-Gonna-Sit-on-My-Ass-and-Show-YOU-Who's-in-Charge-NOW!!! It makes passing through their "security" simply BIZARRE!!!!! So of course, as I was getting the requisite Tampa pat down, B was in detention, goofy boy, because he had left my unfinished bottle of water in his jacket pocket and it was discovered...yes, indeed, more than three ounces of objectionable liquid...as his jacket was x-rayed with his shoes in his standard issue, grey bucket. Anyhow, we made it through, to find that an earlier flight with Delta is not a thing to be had. They book every flight to the gills, and then some. So, we chilled and chatted until our regularly scheduled flight.
The flight was fine. Found our car on its unfamiliar side. Decided I felt fine enough to make a run for supper and a few groceries at the Dekalb Farmer's Market on the way home. Traffic was amazingly light and we made our way with few difficulties. Just when we thought we were home free, and dealing with our last significant challenge, turning left across two busy oncoming lanes with no turn arrow, with cars zooming past us through the green light, we see it...before our very eyes...oncoming idgit lady, turns to her left directly into the people heading in her direction past us. I cover my ears!!! B grabs hold of the OH SHIT handle in the ceiling...but, oddly enough....fails to apply his magic brake....and...BOOM!!! OH, YEAH! She is rammed full force, to her right side by folks zooming past us. I was just afraid someone was going to end up spinning around and heading into us....having had some dealings with that before!!! But, no....they were suspended in time. But, only for a moment...this is Atlanta, after all. Folks started zooming around us and the two dead cars like ants in a disturbed ant hill. Never mind that there was no space to be zooming in. "GO!!!! They look fine! GO!!!!!", shouted the calm, sweet, ever caring and concerned doctor and philanthropist to my right! "Just go!!!" So....GO we did. We had a delicious dinner at DeKalb...better than anything we've ever had in Tampa and for both of us...a mere $17.00. We picked up a few things and made our way home....no other excitement to be had.
Until next time.....whatever you do....just GO!!!!!!! - c
Down to Tampa, and red is right!!!! The "red" side of THAT terminal has the best rental car area with the easiest exit to drive out of in the direction we wish to go....in my opinion!!! "Helpful" floor walker man, in the car park, points out the TWO, count them...two...available 'compact' options in Alamo's very fluid lineup. To my consternation, both were smelly! One in a cheap perfume air freshener trying to cover nasty kind of way, and the one I settled on, in a plastic, newly unwrapped, shower curtain liner fashion. It was a relatively new, plastic, Kia, Rio. Pretty zippy and fun, much like a go-cart. I liked it. Brent used his special brake a bit more.
We had decided to fore-go Waltz...which seemed to be suffering the effects of his absence the last time we were there...which makes me feel a bit guilty...you know me...to visit Columbia again. We got there easily in a pretty significant down pour, to which Brent declared in the particularly up-beat tones he utilizes frequently on these trips, that, "It is moving south!" Ok, Mr. Weatherman of amazing observational powers during the MIDDLE of a storm! We shall see. So, we sat in our plastic car in the parking lot, chatting and waiting for the storm to move south, so that we could take a walk about Ybor City and then have dinner. Sure enough, Mr. Weatherman was right. The rain abated and we walked along the pretty cobbled sidewalks amid a few art places, Cuban cigar makers, bars, restaurants, defunct versions of same, and tattoo parlors until we ran out of road and it started to mist again. We made our way back to Columbia for dinner.
The dancers were practicing in tee shirts and tights with great stomping and enthusiasm, but were not for show, as we were ushered by them to our seats in another section. I like the area we were placed in the best, as it looks more like a garden with white stone walls. The sangria was WITHOUT flies this time. I was not hungry since Popeye's was still sitting like a greasy lump in my tummy, so Brent decided to order a couple of their tapas dishes and the paella for us to share, which, per the menu, requires a wait of at least 30 minutes, in order to give me time to gain an appetite. Our waiter with obvious New Jersey overtones, made various recommendations and admonishments, but finally approved of our order. While waiting, we filled out our card to designate the charity of our choice that Columbia would be giving a portion of our bill to. They do this every September, which is petty cool and the second time we've gotten to partake. On his return to our table, our waiter took our paper for the charity (on which you note your own address) and reported conspiratorially, "Well! We've got someone from your neck of the woods in the kitchen!" "Really?" we ask, thinking....who on earth could that be? "Uh, huh! Emeril!!! He's here filming for his new show!" "Ohhhh." We try not to look too incredulous. But, he quickly moves his little Tampa/Yankee self along, so we don't have to worry. (I presume he means Emeril's TV show, The Originals, where Emeril highlights restaurants that are iconic in various cities and towns.) So, what's the deal? New Orleans.....Tennessee.....all mixed together in that chocolate gooey middle that is the portion of the United States, vaguely in the center, below the Mason Dixon Line. Oh well...his take on geography left us puzzled and laughing.
Dinner was ok...no sign of Emeril, our neighbor and pal, though. We made our way to our fav La Quinta, to try to get some rest before our fun at Moffitt in the morning. It was not to be. At midnight, new neighbors moved in with barking, squeaky dogs, running and yelling children, but even more dismaying....adults who had to shout back and forth in the hall about ice buckets....for over an hour!!! Brent finally called the front desk to ask that things become slightly quieter, and around two am, they did. REALLY felt like giving a big shout out, outside their, very quiet door at our fun, let's go to Moffitt time of 0700!!!! But, I restrained myself.
All went well at Moffitt. Easy stick and vampire like blood draw in the CRU. I'm telling you, some of the best nurses EVER work there...and I've known A LOT of nurses. Our exam/chats with Dr. Weber and others, I've already reported. Then, it was back to the CRU for the 30 minute anti-PD1 infusion, followed by the 30 minute saline rinse (so to speak), and 30 minutes more of vital signs (now decreased from the original 1 hour per the newly signed trial contract!!!). All went well, although this is the second time in a row that I developed a small bit of urticaria (hives) to my face during the infusion. It faded pretty quickly. I've got to remember to premedicate with Benadryl!! Then, we were off to the airport.
We got to our gate earlier than we had hoped, despite the horrible nightmare that is security in Tampa. Seriously, Atlanta has been recognized as the world's busiest airport in passengers since 1998 and in landings and take-offs as well, since 2005, with 92 million passengers moving through in 2011 and almost 1 million flights (923,991 to be exact). Meanwhile, Tampa dealt with 33,000 flights and 16,732,051 passengers last year (see wikipedia if you don't believe me!!!). Despite these facts, getting through security in Atlanta is a piece of cake compared to Tampa with their security workers trained in the mode of Barney Fife crossed with I'm-Gonna-Sit-on-My-Ass-and-Show-YOU-Who's-in-Charge-NOW!!! It makes passing through their "security" simply BIZARRE!!!!! So of course, as I was getting the requisite Tampa pat down, B was in detention, goofy boy, because he had left my unfinished bottle of water in his jacket pocket and it was discovered...yes, indeed, more than three ounces of objectionable liquid...as his jacket was x-rayed with his shoes in his standard issue, grey bucket. Anyhow, we made it through, to find that an earlier flight with Delta is not a thing to be had. They book every flight to the gills, and then some. So, we chilled and chatted until our regularly scheduled flight.
The flight was fine. Found our car on its unfamiliar side. Decided I felt fine enough to make a run for supper and a few groceries at the Dekalb Farmer's Market on the way home. Traffic was amazingly light and we made our way with few difficulties. Just when we thought we were home free, and dealing with our last significant challenge, turning left across two busy oncoming lanes with no turn arrow, with cars zooming past us through the green light, we see it...before our very eyes...oncoming idgit lady, turns to her left directly into the people heading in her direction past us. I cover my ears!!! B grabs hold of the OH SHIT handle in the ceiling...but, oddly enough....fails to apply his magic brake....and...BOOM!!! OH, YEAH! She is rammed full force, to her right side by folks zooming past us. I was just afraid someone was going to end up spinning around and heading into us....having had some dealings with that before!!! But, no....they were suspended in time. But, only for a moment...this is Atlanta, after all. Folks started zooming around us and the two dead cars like ants in a disturbed ant hill. Never mind that there was no space to be zooming in. "GO!!!! They look fine! GO!!!!!", shouted the calm, sweet, ever caring and concerned doctor and philanthropist to my right! "Just go!!!" So....GO we did. We had a delicious dinner at DeKalb...better than anything we've ever had in Tampa and for both of us...a mere $17.00. We picked up a few things and made our way home....no other excitement to be had.
Until next time.....whatever you do....just GO!!!!!!! - c
Ran 3 more miles today...
....and pruned two butterfly bushes into submission while Brent ninja'd all the branches away. Then, we made a trip down the mountain to a nursery where we got a Brown Turkey Fig, 2 perennial geraniums, and an Indian Holly Fern. B dug holes for me in the back shade garden for the last three and planted the Fig for me in the front sunny area. Meanwhile, I cooked oven roasted chicken thighs with lemon, onion and thyme with roasted cauliflower and maduros for tomorrow. For tonight, there was rice, grilled asparagus and tuna, along with roasted portobello mmushrooms, all flavored with a soy/ginger/lime/fish sauce/sesame oil dipping sauce. Pretty good, I have to say! But....it is back to work tomorrow. Enjoy your week - c
Saturday, September 15, 2012
1 week post anti-PD1 infusion....
...and I am doing pretty well. Put in 2 miles with B and Z yesterday and made a quick trip to and from Knoxville to see the kiddo's and deliver their new phones! Ran almost 3 just now...had to cut it a little short to avoid yappy little dogs who drive Z crazy. Wouldn't want him to think they are possums and smush'em!!! Shoulders and wrists remain achy, but...pain and discomfort won't kill you! The weather is lovely, blue, and bright here today and we will be attending a wedding later this afternoon on the mountain. Wishing you a beautiful life together, Hayley and Brandon! Happy days - c
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