Hip, Hip, Hooray It IS a Fine Day!

I had my one-year oncology check-up today and I am clear! Yea!! There’s not much to add to that. It is incredibly good news. AND I wrote that ten days ago! I am turning into a slouch. I am incredibly grateful…There is just one of the patients who appears to be losing the battle…really two. They are going with grace. Maybe that is the lesson to be learned.

Right this minute I am sitting on the side porch listening to the wind in the trees and the fountains….it is a gorgeous day with the tiny exception of billions of tree pollens whipping around. I am drippy just like the fountains.

So what have I been doing? I am thinking of friends I never know anything about any more…Vickie and Karl from Germany, Ernie since Jo died, on and on. I hate losing people—it is that neediness that plagues me, I guess. Mom says she thinks it is great how I keep up with friends but sometimes it just doesn’t work out. I hate losing friends and I hate not knowing about their families too. When friends die, it usually means you lose all the rest of the family too.

So I am drinking a nice cup of Gorgeous Skin and Hair Tea! I am not betting on anything but mega doses of Biotin and microdermabrasion! In terms of health, I am feeling well enough…old bones and overstretched muscles but what the hell? Dr. Baht says I need blood pressure medicine from my family physician…that is such a bother.

Len is in DFW at a Ranger’s game for a nice outing…I was invited but I told Mary two months ago that I would go to one of the MCEC staff member’s wedding with her…big run on sentence. So I am on my own until 6:00 then tomorrow afternoon Jackie and I are going to Austin for an early dinner then to a Doc Severinson and the San Miguel Trio concert. Reminiscent of days in México…and speaking of México, I am recruiting folks for Camie and Larry’s DOD tour….There is a shop owner in San Marcos who has expressed an interest…if I can recruit enough folks I can go more or less for free…still airfare but do I realllllly need to go a month after I get back from housesitting? I imagine so!

I think we are set to for David’s graduation…we will go to the banquet Friday night at the cost of 600.00 extra dollars so we will be there in time. I hate changing tickets but we didn’t know about it until we already had our reservations. Len will do the Oath of Office after graduation. Then we have two extra days in NYC…seeing The Book of Mormon—Sally told me about it and it sounds like something fun and interesting. Gone the 24-29 with a house sitter for Diego and Mickey.

This cracks me up and I don’t want to forget it. It is all about all the accouterments required in elderhood. Soon it will be Depends! So, last night I fetched my anti-tooth grinding ‘thingy’. I wore it the night before last but last night it wouldn’t fit! Sweet Jesus are my teeth collapsing? I put the darned thing in hot water for 10 minutes and it still wouldn’t go in…I was telling Len and he looked up suddenly and said, “Do you have mine in your mouth?” Who knew he had one too? We need to talk more I think! So I found it and mine still fits. I am much relieved. Speaking of TN_Dahlia_Sleeve1.jpgTN_Darling_Dark_Sleeve1.jpg  TN_LotusDragonTattoo_Sleeve1.jpg TN_SouthPacific_Sleeve1.jpg

accouterments….one of my nurse peeps at S&W gave me a catalog to use with breasts cancer patients—from LympheDivas. I wear my plain Jane version only when I fly because altitude exacerbates the situation and even 10 years after breast cancer one can develop lymphedema…Well, I’m tossing that ugly ace bandage-looking thing in the trash…this gal must travel in style. I might get the tattoo version to match my spider veins on beefy legs. I told Babs I am going to start telling folks that I have tattooed legs…she thought that was pretty funny.

Next week Len and I have our first of five dance lessons at the In the Mood studio in Temple. I caught him in a weakened moment. I believe we will do country and salsa. I looooooooove thinking of this…oh and private lessons so we don’t have to be humiliated in front of a crowd. I still howl when I think of how Len was during our Swing lessons oh those many years ago…with Pam and Erik! Len was a nervous wreck dancing with the little UT girls during the dance partner switch…he was afraid he would be arrested! He is very proper! At least we won’t be the token oldsters.

I made this up in my head and I like it so much I want to write it down. “You can KNOW a lesson and not learn it.” I think that is so profound.

Thinking of loss now. One of my chums from the Cancer Survivor Fitness Research Study Class told me about these dance lessons. She told me that she goes to all the dances but now it isn’t like it used to be since her regular dance partner moved to be closer to his children….she is in her late 70s. Christine is realllly sad and it occurred to me when she told me this how loss comes in so many forms.

The Painted Buntings are aback and just beauuuuutiiiiful! I will give Diego away if he kills one. He is frustrated that there are no cattle, sheep, goats, guineas, or children to herd. He chases birds all day and when he can’t get to them which is 99% of the time, he tears the bark and limbs off. Training didn’t seem to work—he is incorrigible. Len IMG_6136.JPG IMG_5952.JPG worships the beast. He doesn’t like to put Diego in his $2,000.00 chateau…..Humph. This past week I “put up” about 1.5 dozen quarts of pickled beets with Diego’s assistance. He runs like a dingo through my garden. If I pull up onions, beets, or carrots he goes into a digging frenzy. I just occurred to me. Diego is a vandal in dog vandal heaven. He can chew up as many tree limbs as he likes. He can pull limbs off trees. He can dig to his heart’s content. He is a very lucky dog.

What else? I went to Foy’s Spring Breakfast in the Garden. Lovely, very Southern Accents. IMG_6099.jpg  From there I went to San Antonio to see Mom about two weeks ago—she weighs about 100 pounds and is 5’9” tall. I cannot say how tortuous is for her and for us to watch her fade. I think so much about declining. I don’t think I am depressed about it, I am just kind of mad about it. Sort of like knowing a lesson but not learning it.


While in SAT and running errands for Mom, I had a quick wilding spree in World Market. I just plain love everything they sell. I bought four blouses and I am taking two back. I don’t want to over-do the Indian look!

I am looking in my ‘Reminders’ on the iPhone…that Siri has trouble understanding some of my voice dictations….example….I wanted to write about hymns that I like—and she thought I said, “Love Lifted Me, I was Sinking Step in Din, Onward Christian Skiers, I am the Bread of Life, and the ever-popular, I Walk in the Garden Alone While the Hue is Still on the Hoses!! That is hilarious! Ok, I love some old hymns. Especially spirituals. Like out of the Blues Brothers!

I am ridding myself of these Reminders. I also am reminded to write about how much I hate Eye Exams. I just hate them. It is all about guessing….like the Graduate Record Exam. Is this better or is this? None are better. Another reminder is to write about those horrid tire marks on overpass concrete Jersey Barriers. images.jpgMary is the only person who knows these by name! Amazing. Anyway, there are two overpasses in in Austin…giant U turns thousands of feet up in the air—and skid marks! Who goes that fast? Did the car take a nose dive off? Were hundreds killed? I quake in fear when I see these marks…hence I go 20 mph to the chagrin of motorists behind me.

I just killed a baby snake…thought it was a coral but it wasn’t. Now I feel badly.


OK, the kitchen, etc. remodeling is about to begin…maybe 2 weeks. Len and I went to the Parade of Homes as Collins suggested…we did get a few ideas. There were some kid entrepreneurs in the neighborhood…Len gave them a donation–and it tweaked them out. I like that about Len. Back to the kitchen. I have picked out the quartz, colors, and appliances purchased. This will be hellacious. Dust everywhere, hidden costs, moving stuff then forgetting where it is—on and on. Plus getting to pay for it for the rest of our lives. I think this is subliminally getting to me. Lately I have been dreaming of being unprepared. These dreams have been taking place at Jefferson High School in San Antonio….I never went to school there. Also dreams at Temple High School in the Home Ec Dept….in all the dreams I am totally unprepared for a class….this could be about the kitchen or it could be about dying. I don’t know which one. I hope it is the kitchen.

I think I may retire from Beet Pickling. It is such an ordeal…only thing messier is cleaning gourds.

Time to get dressed for the wedding…I think I will put the photos in when I get home.


One Response to “Hip, Hip, Hooray It IS a Fine Day!”

  1. Lou Ann Weaks Says:

    Susan – Just wanted to reiterate how much I enjoy reading your journal entries. This one was great. So many times you say things I have thought and I love seeing them in writing. Love you too!

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