Birthday Flowers and pill, pills pills

          Flowers from Toni                      My Morning Pills

Murphy in violation of Cat Law #7.  ‘Only two feet on the table’.  But then I guess it really isn't a law if it’s never enforced.  Oh well! He was admiring Jeaneanes birthday flowers.

That’s right!  Just my morning pills.  There’s more in the midday and evening. Some are duplicates like the big yellow potassium jobs that I have to take 8 of per day. And sometimes there are a few others depending on which phase of chemo I’m in.  And that doesn’t include my tummy injections for six days after chemo.  I’m getting ready to do that right now.  Kat fixes it for me and I do the pokin’.  What a team huh?
Had my last scheduled Chemo treatment on Thursday and I’m kind of waiting for that other shoe to fall.  The one where I really feel like crap for a week or three after treatment.  I kind of thought it did last night but this morning I don’t feel too bad so we’ll see.  Mostly I get nausea and just really get tired.  I mean tired to the point that it’s a real chore just to walk outside and sit down, much less do any carving or even reading.  Reading or carving requires concentration that I just don’t have.  I can look at a magazine on occasion or watch TV but that’s about it.  And food is kind of a guess.  Sometimes I can and sometimes there is just no way.  And I don’t know until I take a bite.  Strangely I have developed a taste for Ketchup, or is it Catsup, or maybe Ketsup?  Whichever, it can take the edge off or add a little to the taste.  Sweet corn has come into season here too and I have got a taste for that and fresh tomatoes.  But the medics don’t want me losing any weight and Kat heard that so she makes sure I have plenty of opportunity and choice of things to eat.  My Guardian Angle. 
But there is ‘light at the end of the tunnel’.  Chemo wise at least.  But now I have to wait for the next check up to see how I’m doing, plus have my monthly shot for my bones, I have an eye appointment for possible cataract surgery on my left eye, plus the check and replacement of my kidney bladder stents.  Sooooo…….  When I feel better we’re hoping for a month break or so when we can get out of here and get to Oregon/Washington to see the kids.  But we’ll just have to wait and see.  Arizona is working out for us right now.  The weather in Prescott Valley is just great compared to Phoenix in the summer.  We left Phoenix Thursday after chemo and it was 109o at around 1:00 PM and got here about 2:30 PM and it was 89o.  Our highs for the next few days are forecast to be around 82o.  And we’ve been having some good rain showers off and on for a week or more.  Pretty comfortable and nice.  We have Sunflower starts under our birdfeeders like crazy.  And we haven’t had to water our tomatoes for a while either.  Good tomatoes too.  I got two potted plants. I think all the sun makes the skins a little tougher than perfect, but the flavor is really good.  I think so far we have had 9 tomatoes, about six of those of the cherry size, which considering the cost of start up makes my tomatoes worth about $30 a pound.  But it’s early and I have lots on the vine and ripening. 
Right now it’s time to go outside and get some fresh air.  More soon I hope.

Murphy

                                            
Now for the real news. Kat finally talked me into another cat. We picked up a Black DSH (domestic short hair) on the 23^rd from the Arizona Humane Society. Good deal too. I guess this is kitten season and they have an overabundance of cats right now. They are taking donations on any cat adoption. We opted for a locator chip which was $25 and gave a $25 donation. Still a good deal and we didn’t go there knowing that, but it was a nice extra incentive. HARRY !!; his kennel name, is a very handsome with shiny black coat with two white spots on tummy and chest, although not visible standing, 4 year old (Best guess) male. Even declawed front and back. Mild mannered and as I said quite handsome. The introduction process is difficult for Jade. She is being a real bitch so far. Not surprising if you know Jade.  But it’s a done deal and she’ll have to get over it. She’s showing a little progress and Harry is trying and I’m good with it.  The first night we locked Jade in the bedroom with us but now they’re having to make do. We did put out another food and water dish and temporary potty box.  But now there sharing, Jade, reluctantly.

You may be handsome but..             OH Jade                                 Wanna play???
I think the name is Murphy although that is not cast in stone. Jake was in the lead for a while but we also have thought Tank, Angus (Gus) Abrams (the Army tank) and a few others.  Big Guy gets used a lot as does Hey Handsome and just plain ol’ Murph.  Jade has other thoughts but they’re not for use in polite society.  She is still into hissing and spitting.  And she is not declawed.  Murph respects her limits mostly.  But sometimes he can’t seem to resist.  Yesterday he trapped her in the litter box and didn’t want to let her out.  You should have heard that one.  Sometimes he just runs up to play or say Hi! They keep getting closer and closer.  Jade too!  She was playing with his tail a couple of days ago when it was swinging down from the dash and he had his back turned.  So…..  It’s not a problem but they are not ‘Best Buds’ as of yet.  Jade still spends lots of time outside until she turns into Coyote bait but Murph is an inside man.  Mr. Inside and Mrs. Outside.  And Jade has taken to sleeping above my head on the pillow, for protection I think.  Its OK unless Murph gets too close and then I hide under the covers.  Jade is my girlfriend still and Murph is really attached to Kat.  He even paws the bathroom door when she’s in there.  The good news is that Kat has her cat boyfriend and it seems to be a good fit and real easy. 

Chemo

A rock from Stone Impressions.  A business owned and operated by my daughter and Son in Law.  It says it all and, as you may remember, chemo sucks!  But here we are again. As figured, I’m going to have some more. For the curious, this time around I will be on Docetoxel. This is different than the Texas treatment which was some kind of a cocktail.  And I get four treatments at three week intervals.  The last being July 26th.  Then I have 6 weeks off and a reevaluation.  So the schedule is real good and my doctor is trying to coordinate treatments and other visits to cut down on the 80+ mile trip from Dewey.  Real nice.  And If you didn’t catch that last, we did make the move north to Prescott Valley. We are staying at Orchard Ranch RV resort in Dewey. 

Orchard Ranch                        Between here and there                 Good ‘Pie and Ice Cream’

It is a resort.  Nice place too.  All the usual stuff, pool, library, breakfasts and lunches, typical activities like cards and Bingo, pool tables, Bocce ball, shuffleboard, a putting green, and my two favorites, woodcarving and Pickleball.  It’s an outdoor court but well shaded and protected from most of the wind so it ought to play well.  Unfortunately I haven’t been able to play yet, but we’ll see.  I did go to woodcarving and it’s a good group.  We have a dedicated room for woodcarving and there were 12 folks there on my first visit.  They also meet at a church on the 2nd and 4th Saturday.  Missed the first one, but I’ll get there.  That is the Prescott Valley woodcarvers club I think.  I’ll probably join.  We have a nice site.  Not the one we thought we reserved but it is still nice.  We were a little perturbed at first and caused a little bit of a kerfuffle but its over now.  They just have a real stupid reservation policy.  But not one to cut off your nose to spite your face for.  Anyway we have good shade trees, birds to feed and I even got two container tomatoes to grow.  A Big Boy and a cherry tomato.  We’ll see!  You sure don’t dare and forget to water daily.  Oh, I forgot.  They even have a community garden here.  All raised beds.  Something I haven’t done yet but should check out.  The trip up here was kind of cool, I think?  Don’t tell Kat!  We had reservations to be here on the ‘1st and that was a week after my first chemo treatment.  And a week after chemo I am pretty much chemo brain and in a fog.  But I gotta’ tell ya’, I was not wanting to stay another day in the ‘Valley of the Sun’ at 100o’s plus.  So I faked it and we made the drive in the RV.  Poor Kat!  She worked her but off packing up down there and setting up here.  But! We made it OK.  I just don’t remember much about driving, although I did.  It was worth the move.  It is so nice up here.  Last night I sat out until almost dark carving.  Very pleasant with a cool breeze and then at night it’s about 55o or so and we can open doors and windows.  Just real nice!  I can sit out just about any time I want and carve, read, or brush the cat.   
Chemo curmudgeon!
As to the actual treatment, it went very well.  We had to watch a film about the whole thing.  With the change in drug the individual treatments are a little more involved.  I have to take a three day prescription the day prior to chemo for my immune system and another prescription after treatment and as long as needed for nausea. I also have to administer a tummy shot for six days after chemo to assist in taking care of my bones and bone marrow; we got instructions and demos on all that. Even had a private room for the first go around. So all in all this in a much more involved treatment plan and sounds so far a little more aggressive. But as I said, I like the schedule much better. As to side effects, we’ll see. I know to expect hair loss again. Sounds like that’s definite. And I got some stronger pain killer. Oxycodone, and it works real well compared to hydrocodone. No complaints yet. Heavy on the ‘yet’, I guess.

Medically Speaking

This might be a little slow and painful. I have a new laptop and the key board doesn’t fit as well as the last. My old laptop was really that, old, and slow to make up for it. But I knew it. It was comfortable. So last evening in the height of my angst and frustration I went outside all the while talking to myself and Jade saying, “I didn’t use to be technologically challenged, now I seem to be technologically challenged, is it age? Chemo brain? Maybe just a piss poor attitude and resistance to change? Maybe all the above? Change sucks! Obama sucks! Agent Orange sucks! Chemo really sucks!!! Older ain’t so bad. I get to be a lot more dependent than I use to be, Senior discounts are cool, I always wanted to have white hair like Spencer Tracy (you young folks will have to look him up), now I do. Ouch!! Maybe I should say I use to, see the previous ‘Chemo sucks!!’ Mostly I get to be as curmudgeonly as I want to be and pretty much get away with it. So I got frustrated, had an attack of curmudgeonly, and went outside and carved. No Windows that didn’t open, files I couldn’t find, shortcuts I couldn’t manage, icons that disappeared or programs I didn’t understand. Just simple tools with a business end and a handle. And I was equipped with an opposable thumb and one pretty good eye. The other eye, not so much. What a relief it was. I became one with my tools and wood.

But its day two of the new laptop and I’m gaining slowly. Bear with! Together we’ll get through this. I didn’t buy this. Wasn’t even wanting one yet. But Kat got tired of me throwing the old one around (true story) and yelling and screaming. It was a piece of excrement, but it was a comfortable piece of excrement. I’ll adapt. But ya’know, I can’t even set my coffee cup in the right place ‘cause the power cords on the wrong side and it doesn’t fit on the cooling stand, and I get all these corrections to what I write, that’s fragmented, this is spelt wrong, where in the hell were you educated you redneck son of b#$&gun? I was a little offended at the last one. I mean how in the heck did this computer figure out I was a ridge runner with one leg shorter than the t’other? There it goes again, correcting my stuff.

On the medical side. I left off with getting all of my appointments scheduled. Oncology ordered a PET scan and right after that I got called in. A little scary! So we got there and I asked ‘what’s the bad news?’ Dr Harrington said there is none. But there are some spots we want to look at on your lungs and then we might want to do some more chemo. Aarrgh!!!! Chemo sucks!! So I had a biopsy for that. And right at the biopsy the doc said and I quote “this looks like a cyst and I think pathologically it’s no big deal”. But we haven’t got the official report yet. We’ll see? As to the chemo, Dr Harrington said they would likely use a different formulation and this one might even be just one visit a month. That part sounded good, but then, we don’t know yet. A week before my biopsy I had my uretal stents exchanged. That went OK. I was having some pain that I thought might be related to the stents but it was not elevated by the exchange. The urologist thought I might have a little irritation from the tumor rubbing on stuff and causing a little nerve damage. When it didn’t get better Kat called and got me in to see oncology right away. To their credit they did see me within the hour when they found out I was in pain. So now I have a big bottle of hydrocodone and the doc said use it liberally. It helps a lot.

So things are going good. I’m walking some now. Kat walks every morning before dawn even makes a little crack. Good on her. I go a little later and I’m working up. No Pickleball yet, but I’m not going to rule it out. We go swimming most days and try to get a little exercise. Kat more than I. But I am feeling better and I think the exercise helps. It’s been a few months since I’ve been able to do anything. I am getting some carving done. I thought for a while I was losing my touch.  Chemo brain!  But I find, ‘I still got it’. So I’ve been doing a bit more woodcarving.  Of course we still enjoy our new car and we take a road trip once in a while. Phoenix is easy to get around in, unless you’re directionally challenged like Kat, but she’s getting it. With the news that we might be stuck here for a while and chemo will be in the Phoenix VA (assuming I will get it), then we may very well move a little north into the Prescott or Camp Verde area where it’s 3-4000’ higher than here and considerably cooler. So we’ve been checking RV parks out. The drive from there to here from there, for the chemo, would be worth it.  But!  You guessed it.  Chemo ………….  I knew you could finish that one.  

I’m Just Sayin’

For all of our BGR friends, “I’m just sayin!” Quite a kerfuffle going on with the Bobby and Bonnie thing eh? (That’s Canadian there, that eh? thing) So Bonnie is fired and apparently Barb is going to quit. The police and/or the sheriff have showed up a few times and the Y-Cook will never be the same. Soooo…… I better be careful here ‘cause sentiment is definitely running ‘agin’ me. But I just can’t get too excited about the whole thing. First I don’t know the whole story and from what I do know, I can’t see that there is going to be a big impact on what I do. Let’s examine that. I have, or do, go to woodcarving, play PickleBall, eat ice cream, play softball, play golf, been in Little Theater, eat at the Y-Cook, go to an occasional show, read the bulletin board, get the mail, go to the library, and use both swimming pools, feed the birds, ride my bike, walk, and enjoy time with all of my friends. So, “I’m just sayin’”! I think I’ll still be able to do that. OK maybe the ice cream and Y-Cook thing may be curtailed some but I need that anyway. The shows will go on I guess, ‘cause I’m betting’ the performers don’t need to be missing too many paydays, and I’m pretty sure all the other stuff was taken care of by volunteers. “I’m just sayin!” I think it’s a little too early for folks to be picking another park. So I expect that I will see all of my friends when we return. No ‘cutting off your nose, to spite your face’, as I use to hear as a child. I expect to see you all upon our return or shortly thereafter. Are we clear? I can’t hear you!! At this point you say ‘crystal’. OK! That’s better. See you in the fall, maybe early winter.

Oh! I forgot something. Maybe with a new regime we can get a bar. Margarita’s on tap! OK that’s probably wishful thinking. But we do need some forward thinking. And……………I’m just sayin’!!!!! Maybe it’ll speed up the line at the Y-Cook. Nahhh!! Never happen! But with the bar, who would care?

We went to “The Rally”. That’s the big Good Sam, Camping World rally that was held at the Phoenix Raceway. Didn’t do the motorhome thing of course. Being that we’re already parked in Phoenix. We just drove over for the day. It was OK, but quite frankly without doing the whole thing (parking there in the MH for the week) it’s just not nearly as much fun. With a day pass you don’t get all the neat seminars and entertainment. This year it was Bill Cosby and Tina McBride. And besides I’m still not at full strength and I slowed Kat down considerable. Kat looked at and bought a new GPS. From some of the language coming from the passenger side I don’t think she’s real happy with it yet. It’s the Rand McNally with the 5” screen. She didn’t want the larger one. I think it’s pretty nifty, and I’m guessing Kat will come around? In the meantime it sounds like I’m driving a longshoreman around. (I didn’t want to insult the Navy) Just kidding of course. Kat says she can get to Texas or Oregon fine, and find all the campgrounds and hotspots along the way, if it would just tell her how to get out of the Wal-Mart Parking lot. Rand McNally or Tommy in our case (that’s the voice she has chosen) starts out by telling you to ‘follow the highlighted route’. Fine, but the highlighted route doesn’t show. You have to get out of the parking lot first. Not something my true love is good at. To borrow a phrase, ‘she can’t find her way out of a closet.

So, I guess you’re all following the Obamacare/Supreme Court thing. I imagine everybody knows where I fall on the issue. The whole effort from Obama, his minions, and the media is really nothing more than puke inducing. Bunch a’ commies !!! The notion that Obama wants to do anything more than raise taxes and redistribute wealth is ludicrous. Don’t forget that the current $96 Medicare premium will be $247 in 2014. That’s Obamacare!! I did get a kick out of Judge Smith from the 5^th Circuit in Texas. He’s a real ‘eyeball in the soup’ for the regime. “Three pages, single spaced, please.”

69 and Oxley Field

69 years of age is rapidly approaching. Two and a wake-up and I’m there. Who’d a’ thunk it ??? I mean I really do recall not thinking I would make it here. Even before I approached retirement and gave thought to the early death of my parents. Then, given all indications I thought if I could get just a few years, two or three, out of retirement I would be happy. But even before that, going back to as early as 1957 I recall having a conversation with my best bud, Bruce Rogers, about the subject. I think it must have been about ‘1957’ ? Somewhere in there. It was a summer night in Grandview Heights, Ohio, where I grew up. A suburb of Columbus. And like lots of summer nights we were at Oxley Field watching Little League baseball. If we weren’t watching we were playing. Oxley Field had lights, an adjacent playground, basketball hoops, tennis courts, and of course a baseball field. It was also just a stones throw from Bruce’s house. Literally, about a hundred yards down the hill which was his front yard. This particular night there was a ‘Old-timers’ game. Mr. Guyton (I think it was Mr. Guyton? Pretty sure, and BTW all dads were Mr. back then) was playing center field. The batter hit a hard liner to Mr. Guyton’s right and he gave chase. He made a dive for the ball at the end and did a real good somersault to finish his move. Unfortunately he remained on the ground because he had broken his collar bone. This gave Bruce and I pause and we wondered if these guys who were in their 40’s and 50’s should even be playing softball? The thought gave momentum to a rather lengthy discussion of growing old. Remember we would have been 14 or 15 at the time. I really do remember talking about what it would be like to live into the 21^st century if we could possibly live that long. And Mr. Guyton; he walked off. But he didn’t make the catch. No matter though. The game was over. And after Bruce and I pondered all the possibilities of growing old, if we had any money in our jeans from cutting grass or delivering papers, we probably wandered over to either the DQ or Leonardo’s pizza. Ahh Leonardo’s!! Where you could get a really good pepperoni pizza with all the grease you wanted at no extra charge. And that didn’t count the grease already floating in the middle of the turned up pieces of pepperoni. That was just the regular ‘comes with it’ grease. Leonardo’s had anchovy pizza too. Brother in law Dom still maintains you are not a real man until you’ve eaten a whole anchovy pizza, anchovies of course live and flapping. I dunno ?? I think I made the real man thing, I just took a different route.
Damn !!! I just about broke my collar bone by tripping over our 3 dimensional carpet and RV site stain. Of course I’m talking about our favorite pet, Jade. She gets no respect. Well…… maybe some. She’s a good pet. Takes the blame and barbs with aplomb and the flick of a her tail and the showing of her rear end parts.
Do you know I have been breaking eggs regularly since about 1951 and still haven’t made a mess like those people on TV who need one of those egg breaker pieces of crap. How pathetic must you be to not be able to crack an egg without assistance? I just had to get that out. It’s even worse than Father Garducci’s Mister Tea. Remember that? I think it was Father Garducci on Saturday Night Live back when SNL was funny who did the take off on Mister Coffee. A stick on a stand with a ring at the top that you poured the hot water through into the cup on the stand that you put the tea bag into. So in effect you were pouring water through a whole into a cup the held a tea bag. SNL’s best, and it cracked me up. But it was a long time ago. Don’t watch anymore.
So we are well in Phoenix. I have all my appointments lined up now. I should know all of what I need to know by the 10^th after seeing urology and oncology. By the end of April we should be mostly done and ready to roll now that I don’t have chemo. Chemo sucks, as does Agent Orange, but, the hair is thickening.


Hooray!!!!!  An explanation of Debt Ceiling that makes sense. ___________________________________
THE DEBT CEILING

• Democrats don't understand THE DEBT CEILING
• Republicans don't understand THE DEBT CEILING
• Liberals don't understand THE DEBT CEILING
• NO ONE understands THE DEBT CEILING

So…. allow me to explain...
Let's say you come home from work and find there has been a sewer backup in your neighborhood. Your home has sewage all the way up to your ceilings. What do you think you should do?
Raise the ceilings or pump out the shit?
Your choice is coming in November. Don't miss the opportunity.


One of the benefits of age is that I don’t have to look forward to another 70 or 80 years of the direction this country is going. I know I’m not alone in saying “Thank God I’m old!” But I do wish with regret that I had done more to forestall what we have become. What a mess huh?

Gone today-Hair tomorrow

We had our appointment with the oncology doctor yesterday at the VA hospital in Phoenix, and the news is good. No more #@&%$* chemo. Whoahh, whoopee and yahoo !!!!!!!!!! It’s not like I am magically cured or anything, Consider this just a second opinion and a different approach. My lady doctor, Dr. Harrington and another oncologist have looked over all my stuff and think that the hormone therapy is a better approach. I am still not a candidate for surgery, and that includes Cyber-knife, because of the spread to my bones. It wasn’t that chemo was wrong, the thinking here is that that can be used later as it becomes necessary. You may remember that we heard something similar in San Antonio when they started me on hormone therapy. So now I have a new pill to take; biculutamide. One tiny pill a day and no more chemo. Yip yip whooooahhh!!!!!!! Did I ever mention that chemo sucks? This new pill is one specifically used in conjunction with the hormone shot (leuprolide ??) I already take. Anyway, I almost danced out of the hospital. All of this is based on the shrinkage of my tumor shown on imaging. As was explained to us before, the hormone therapy blocks testosterone which is the culprit in prostate cancer and is the equivalent of surgery. Kind of like cutting off the ‘boys’ as Kat would say. Much less disturbing I would say.

Gone today

So now I will see have to see the urologist and find out about the stents and have a ‘PET’ scan. That’s a whole body scan, kind of like a CT I guess? So they’re still looking. Mostly I can report we have seen the doctor, I am getting done what needs to done, and I like the results so far. Kat is happy!!! I’m happy. Now I can grow some hair !! Chemo still SUCKS !!!!!!!

Kat has been having some trouble with arthritis or carpal tunnel or ???? She says, I've had to put away my crochet and knitting because I have carpal tunnel in both wrists. And the computer mouse is bugging me too. So I need to spend less time playing FB (Facebook) games. Can't play on the computer, can't crochet or knit, can't hold even a paper back book without pain. Guess I'll just have Randy open my Twinkies and I'll sit on the couch and watch Oprah all day. Sounds kind of like a ‘THIS SUCKS’ to me. Where’d she get an attitude like that ??

In other news: Doris and John are moving in, minus one old coffee pot, Katy is all better, there is some kerfuffle with the Y-Cook, the China Sea is open, and the last I heard there were nine carvers who showed up. That, of course, all relates to BGR. We went to an RV show at the University of Phoenix sports complex. That’s where the NFL Cardinals play. We walked in to the arena and were greeted by 32 salesmen. I said “no fair, you guys outnumber us by 16 to 1”. I think my math is correct? I told them we were happy RV owners and were just looking but a couple of them wanted to waste some time for a while. So they did. Eventually they realized that they weren’t going to have a pay day following us around and gave up. It wasn’t like I didn’t warn them. We looked at most of what might marginally interest us but truly didn’t see anything that ‘blew our dresses up’. We did see a couple of things that we need to change or improve. We don’t like our audio-visual set up and the new ones seem less complicated. We’ve got this supposedly fantastic system but it requires a degree in engineering and robotics. We still need to exchange or modify our dinette table and get some new (better) cushions and we would like one of the new, smaller, non-movable, no cranking up and down, looks like an aircraft, digital TV antennas. Other than that our RV is just dandy.

Here’s a thought! There should be some strict qualifications to be qualified to vote. First of all, you should have some ‘skin in the game’. There needs to be risk involved. Non taxpayers and welfare recipients need not apply! If your only interest is to vote yourself a part of the treasury you had no part of creating, you shouldn’t be voting. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of moments thought of the Occupy crowd to convince you of that. Talk about ‘wastes of flesh’ and the need to ‘thin the herd’ (big grin here). I could definitely live with a required high school graduate, or equivalent qualification. I mean if you walk into Dunkin Donuts and can’t read the menu board well enough to order coffee and a donut, you probably shouldn’t be voting. I know that it’s the 2000’s and just because you have a high school diploma doesn’t mean you can read, but you have to draw the line somewhere. But don’t despair, I wouldn’t stop there. Mostly you should have some worldly experience hopefully giving you some semblance of knowledge that would justify the privilege. Let’s not forget that is what it should be, a privilege. Soooo…. I believe a hitch in the military, or maybe the reestablished CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps) or perhaps the Peace Corps. I guess you’d have to be careful about calling anything the Corps because Obama can’t pronounce that off is reader board. But, you get my drift! Man o’ man would that change the political landscape or what? Can you see the reaction of your liberal friends to that. They’d probably want military service to be a disqualification. Oh well, it was just a thought! Did I ever tell you about Coventry? Maybe I did?

My oldest wrote to me on news of the chemo and she said “Hip, Hip Hooray

I'm chuckling about your subject.. gone today - hair tomorrow, so funny.

That's great news, cuz I'm not sure if you knew this, but apparently - Chemo SUCKS!”

Like the idea of a little pill instead :)

I thought it was cute and I see some potential here for someone to perhaps carry on the recording of the family history. But that’s way down the road. My job for a while to come.

Hair tomorrow