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Fourth And Scan!

May 20, 2014

Not to belabor this story with the horrors of side affects the Chemo and the shots of Neulasta, the time release shot I was switched to (from Neupogen) after Chemo round #2 brought, I will simply summarize by saying it all went pretty much the same: starting with a blood test to make sure nothing out of the ordinary was going on to prevent me from each treatment, regaling the nurses with the confection of the week, getting set up in my chair away from the TV which seemed fixed on ABC and anyone who knows me knows that since One Life To Live was taken off, I don’t watch ABC and the one time we sat alone in that area, ultimately someone came in and decided to watch that channel and merely hearing those shows that took the soaps’ place was making me sicker than the Chemo was. And of course suffering the nausea and pain afterward.. Sometimes the nausea would set in on the way to the drug store to pick up that infernal Prednisone that would become my enemy for the next five mornings. But I always had my bucket.
There was one incident I had, actually it happened twice on two separate sessions when the infusions had to be temporarily halted. Knowing my system could tolerate the faster drip, (I’m assuming this is the reason) they started me off at a faster rate and it was too much all at once and even though they’d started me out with Benadryl and Zofran (to guard against nausea) the feeling of nausea set in and they had to send for Dr. David to check me out before they could get me started up again. Even with the faster pace of the Chemo drip, I was still the first one in and the last one out of each of my remaining sessions.
I still took my naps during my lunch breaks from work and I looked forward to them. Surprisingly, every once in while, I’d find myself waking up in a more supine position and not in the bolstered up sitting position I started out in. And there was minimal, if any, pain. Ariel suggested starting out that way next time and I could always sit back up if it became uncomfortable. With a little trepidation I did and it was fine. I was able to lay down again and with marked comfort. Bliss!
The true test of all this suffering was yet to come when I would have my first PET scan on Tuesday, October 29, 12 days after Chemo #4. This was to determine how effective the chemotherapy had been up to this point.
Bad news: I had to fast for at least 6 hours for this test. Good news: the test was scheduled for 11am. I was able to have a light breakfast, but before 5 am, so by 4:30, Ariel was downstairs rustling me up some grub: over easy eggs, toast and coffee. Even though I was suffering from a number of side effects from chemotherapy, loss of appetite was not one of them.
The appointment might have been scheduled for 11am, but by the time all the red tape of checking in and preliminary interviews–family history, other maladies I’ve ever suffered, if I have false teeth, what I had for breakfast on June 29 th 1983–and a general orientation had been done, I was glad for those eggs 7 hours prior.
The steps to having the scan were simple. I was to make sure there was no metal on my person (check!), surrender my wallet (check!), my phone (check!), and anything else that might show up in the scan (check!). I was to sit in the QUIET ROOM to relax where a technician would first take a sugar blood test by pricking my finger (that’s relaxing!). Then, they injected a sugar substance via IV (the sugar was radioactive and the cancer is attracted to the sugar..again…relaxing), then gave me a pillow and blanket so I could really unwind in the darkened room for 45 minutes. During those 45 minutes the door to the QUIET ROOM must have opened and slammed at least a dozen times, loud conversations were going on just outside in the corridor and far off slams of doors to other rooms were slamming shut every so often. I was imaging that in the right conditions, I’d be glowing now that I was full of toxic sugar. And, my tummy was growling–the eggs had finally worn off. The QUIET ROOM was not very relaxing and quite frankly, I’d have gotten more rest playing Candy Crush on my phone.
The procedure is pretty much the same as an MRI or a CT scan, you just lay as still as possible on the table that takes you inside the tunnel and it whirs and bangs and clunks for 35 minutes and you ignore that itch that suddenly creeps up in the most unlikliest of places as best you can.
When it was over we were told the results could be ready by 4pm but most likely not for 24 hours. Ariel had other ideas about that and made it his goal to get them as soon as they were hot off the presses.
We stopped for breakfast. Finally! I remember we stopped at Dunkin Donuts for some more of their pumpkin filled donuts. Earlier, for my birthday Ariel brought me some and they were filled with real pumpkin filling, like a pie. On this day it was more like a pumpkin flavored custard filled donut which lacked the impact and deliciousness of the first ones, unless it was just that particular store that was faltering but whatever the reason, they were quite dissatisfying.
And once back home the waiting game began. 4 o’clock arrived like a gunshot at a relay race and Ariel was on the phone, calling Dr. David who, as it turned out, had already been sent the results and his take on them was that the tumor had begun to shrink.
When I was diagnosed back on July 31, the mass had measured 15cm x 8.3cm (5 29/32in x 3 17/64in) and after this PET scan it had melted down to 9.1cm x 4.8cm (3 37/64in x 1 57/64in). Good news indeed, and the cancerous activity seemed to be a minimum.
We were happy. But I still had two more treatments to go (at least), so we remained cautiously optimistic for the time being but we had something positive to share on our upcoming first major outing since the end of July.

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Welcome Back (Part 2)

January 23, 2013

For those of you who I might not have told or hadn’t seen the notice on Facebook, I had my follow-up visit with the nutritionist two weeks ago. In the six weeks since my first appointment with her, just watching my portions and what I eat and trying to ramp up my excercise regime, and keep in mind it was all through the holidays, I lost 8 pounds (that’s nearly two bags of sugar) and 4 inches off my waist. I have another follow up in about 4 weeks from now. Let’s see what the result is this time.  Meanwhile, later the same day….

The Spanish soap opera I was watching, Bajo Las Riendas del Amor ended just before Christmas but on January 7 with the finish I was hoping for and a new one started and it sucked us right in. It’s called Quien Eres Tu? (Who Are You) and it involves twin sisters Veronica and Natalia. To sum up, Veronica is the second wife to Felipe and step mother two his two unruly teenage kids. She gets her sister, who no one ever knew she had, to come visit her under false pretenses at a spa; she tells herQUIN_E~1 she has cancer and wants to go to Panama City to visit her 8 year old son before she gets too sick to travel and because he has kept this cancer from Felipe, she knows if he knew he would never allow her to travel. She convinces Natalia to take her place for one week so she can take care of business and with the aid of an iPad full of information about the people in her life, Natalia reluctantly agrees. Things are going as expected and she’s quick on her feet when things don’t readily jive but she was overheard talking on the phone to Veronica by Francisca (Franky), someone Veronica has no use for and, finding herself unable to worm her way out of this situation, Natalia comes clean as to what’s going on and Franky swears to never mention it to anyone, a pact later cemented by a surprisingly uncharacteristic show of support (to those who know Veronica) when Franky was accused of stealing a signed sheet of paper by the Ambassador staying at the hotel so she could copy it on an application so her daughter could attend a prestigious school, which she really did.

Thinking she was going to a support meeting for cancer patients, Natalia, as Veronica, learns her sister had a drug problem and because he was suspicious about “Veronica’s” actions, Felipe traced her phone calls to who turned out to be his wife’s sponsor and not a secret lover. Veronica was a drug addict and not afflicted with cancer at all. Nor does she have an 8 year old son. Well, because of the sponsor’s suggestion to Felipe to treat her gently otherwise risk sending her in a downward spiral, he found himself, (and vice versa) falling in love with his “wife” all over again and they plan on going away for the coming weekend.

Meanwhile, Veronica, who is hiding in Panama City is telling Natalia she needs her to come to where she is in Panama City on Friday. Veronica has since assumed another identity and is planning on having Natalia and her own lesbian lover killed so she can disappear in Australia.

As it turns out, Natalia is also in a spot of trouble via her now dead friend, Saul. He also was involved in some shady shenanigans and by association, the mob is looking for her. But she is now “Veronica” so hopefully she can hide behind that, though, like I said before, Francisca now knows the truth, so if their new-found rekindled friendship ever takes a turn for the worse… 

Simple, right? And that was just day 1.   Just kidding…

Well, folks, I know that’s a riveting story and what’s even more frustrating is that just 2 weeks in, the network CANCELED that show! Well, apparently the Spanish-speaking soap audience doesn’t appreciate that any more than their English-speaking counterparts and a campaign began and already, after one week of protest, UniMas has reconsidered and is saying Quien Eres Tu will return. Take a lesson ABC… that’s how you deal with a disgruntled audience, you listen to them. We are your bread and butter.

I’d like to say I was part of that campaign. I wrote a rather extensive letter on UniMas’s Facebook page, but first, I had to run it through an English to Spanish translator. I was undecided which language would be best for my letter and I went with Spanish, and explained how I am English-speaking and learning Spanish, blah, blah, blah. Then from the Spanish version, I ran it through a Spanish to English translator, to make sure nothing got lost in the translation. It was a lot of back and forthing, but I finally got the letter done and sent. And now as it turns out, I read a statement where they’ve received so much negative feedback they’re going to recount their decision.  Just have to wait and see when it’ll happen.  Psst, don’t tell anyone, but someone is continuing to post episodes on YouTube passed last Friday’s episode 10.  YAY!

Oh yeah, that passed your eyes joke. You thought I’d forgotten. You might wish I had. Let’s see if it translates as a written joke.

A rather developed woman goes to a spa and after a day of beauty treatments she is ready for the Cleopatra milk bath. She gets into the tub and the attendant asks if she want the milk pasteurized (passed your eyes) and the woman says, “No just up to my boobs. I can splash it up into my face.”

Crickets?

See ya!

No Joy In Llanview

November 18, 2011

Today is a bittersweet day; it’s the last official taping of One Life to Live which is scheduled to air its final episode on the cruddy ABC Network on January 13, 2012. Originally it was scheduled for the following Friday, the 20th, but who knows what evil lurks beneath those ridiculous over-sized mouse ears that only serve to conceal devil horns; not only have they denied us our soaps, but they’ve gypped us out of a week of One Life to Live besides.  And that’s not the only conundrum (thanks for that one, Roxy..OLTL fans know what I mean) that has us hopeful fans baffled.

True, we have a shot of keeping our soap alive through Prospect Park, but there are reports that nothing as of yet has been officially decided between the actors and the actor’s union, AFTRA (the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists) and if no agreement can be reached, the actors cannot continue to work. So, so far, the future of the 13 or so performers including daytime’s grande dame Erika Slezak who was among the first to “sign” with the new production company.

Then it was reported that Prospect Park was going to lease the studio from ABC to continue shooting. Then it’s reported they cannot lease it.

This just in: Now it’s being said that Prospect Park is keeping mum, issuing a no comment on the future of its plans: reports have come through that PP hasn’t the sufficient funds to support both One Life To Live and All My Children (which has seemingly been on the chopping block from day 1) and when asked about the status of the shows, PP told the Soap Opera Network, “We have no comment at this time.”

To make matters even more confusing, I just read this morning, that orders were given by ABC to the actors who have not signed with PP must pack up and be out by the weekend.

So, who knows what the future holds for One Life To Live after all? All I know is I’ll be tuned in each and every day until what may well be the bitter end and when the final credits roll, ABC will be off my television set.

As Seen On TV

June 28, 2011

You know those Aqua Globes they advertise on television to water your houseplants? Well, we were in Home Depot a week or so ago and there they were, right at the entrance to the garden center. Wanna try them? Sure. So we brought a set home, filled one of them with water, dug a hole with the handle of a wooden spoon–the first instruction is to make a hole in the dirt so there is no excess pushing on the glass and inserted it into the philodendron. That’s a lie actually. The first instruction is to wear heavy gloves in case of breakage. Whoosh, the water emptied within a day. Refilled it, and whoosh, the water was gone again. So, I gave the plant a good watering and then stuck the Aqua Globe in again and so far, the water is emptying nice and slowly. Now all our potted plants have one. And I know for sure it’s working because the Shamrock plants, the Oxalis regnelli, that usually start to droop after about 3 days after watering have stayed perky since it got its Aqua Globe. So, so far, check on that item.

Next, we considered this:

We considered it so much we got 3 sets. Well, we ordered them, they haven’t come in yet. The only qualm I had (and I think this is the first time I’ve ever used the word “qualm” in my blog) is the one flat end. But I suppose, in the end, when you consider how sometimes we can’t always follow Mama Shirley’s advice when it comes to hard boiling eggs and we most often have to work with fresh eggs (older eggs peel easier) the time and aggravation saved will be worth a flat bottom.

Okay, on to my requisite soap news: Erin Torpey, who originated the role of Jessica Buchanan, is returning to One Life to Live, but as another character. Bree Williamson took over the role and I think it’s decidedly obvious, it’s her role now. Kind of like seeing someone else other than Erika Slezak in the role of Viki, it just wouldn’t work. Nothing else is being said about Torpey’s return, or her character but I’m seeing a lot of hating on Bree Williamson, which I don’t understand. So, that prompted me to look for something else and I came across some ratings figures for the month of June so far. For the first three weeks of this month, One Life to Live has maintained the lead amid the three ABC soaps with an average of 2.5 million viewers. All My Children maintained second place with an average of 2.3 and General Hospital, the one that Brian Frons claims to be the strongest of the three with 2.2, increasing in the 3rd week to 2.3.

  

Now, All My Children is slated to go off the air in September and One Life to Live in January. Some reports are saying that depending on how well or not its replacement show, The Chew, does, that ABC may change its mind and keep One Life to Live if The Chew tanks. Of course that’s just speculation at the moment and another ray of hope.

So, and I don’t want to beg, but come on, readers of my blog, tune in from time to time (if you already are…thanks), pass the word around. Let’s get the viewership numbers up. Please?

Going Global!

June 23, 2011

Wasp crisis averted, but it was rather anti-climatic. Here I was expecting the guy to come in, get all suited up in his beekeeper garb. But, no, regular uniform, armed with only his dusting bulb. He squirted the dust up into the outlet cover, a few wasps flew out, he lifted the cover and more wasps flew out. The nest inside was just about the size of the interior of the outlet. He knocked it out, stomped on it, dusted the other outlets and that was that.

I need a Coke Zero. Maybe with some leftover cold spaghetti. Not exactly the breakfast of champions, is it?

Okay, so we had Grandma’s two chairs reupholstered; the blue bucket chair she always hated and the one with the flower pattern and matching hassock that was completely falling apart. We’ve had them here, waiting to be recovered since Grandma left us but it took us all this time to get with it. Of course all the redecorating (does moving furniture from room to room constitute redecorating?) precipitated having them done. What I can’t believe is that I carried them downstairs myself from what is formerly known as the Blue Room. That’s the room we keep barricaded since the attic exploded into it. The chairs were supposed to take 3 weeks, but it really took about a month and a half.

 

  

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Okay, a couple of One Life to Live items. First, here is the past week’s ratings:

This is a blurb I found through surfing through Kymba’s blog, Help Save Our Soaps (link below). It’s a rather hopeful ray of light.

Another ray of light is this article. Click here:  But then I see a posting that ABC is waiting for another company to make an offer so there can be a bidding war.

And finally, The Globe newspaper is doing a feature story on the efforts of the fans trying to save the show and the Facebook groups have organized GOING GLOBAL DAY for Friday, when the issue with their article comes out. So, we finally have some media coverage to go along with Hoover’s decision to pull their ads on ABC because of the cancellations. So, if you would, please buy a copy of this issue (and maybe sign up for a subscription?) to show our appreciation. And remember, I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, right now it’s about One Life to Live and All My Children, and soon it could be your soap, or any other scripted television show you might watch the networks deem unimportant in favor of cheaper talk or reality shows. The time to fight back is now before it really is too late. This is the cover you should be looking for:

Christmas In June?

June 17, 2011

Christmas is coming early this year, only because it’s not July yet. I am going to see Wicked this weekend. Tomorrow, in fact. And I really feel like a kid at Christmas. We’re going with our friends Ron and Jamie; a sort of belated wedding gift and birthday gift (hers) all rolled into one. This will make our fourth time seeing the show, not sure how many times for Jamie, but Ronny is the newbie. He’s so excited about it and I can’t wait for the thrill of seeing it with someone who’s experiencing it for the first time. We started talking about seeing it together before they even got married and that was back in February of this year.

I made spaghetti sauce yesterday for dinner and I used some basil and oregano fresh from my garden. Someone hand me a towel!

Speaking of food, you probably already know this one, but Lady Gaga’s meat dress is going to be displayed in the “Women Who Rock: Vision, Passion, Power” in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland until next February 2012. It has been chemically treated and will be housed in a climate controlled case.

Is it just me, or is anyone else having a hard time wrapping their minds around the fact that it’s already June 17? Seems like just yesterday I was stressing over making sure my niece’s birthday card went out in time…only to have it arrive a day late anyway, and that was during the first week of the month. I must be having fun…time’s a-flyin’.

Well, that’s all I got for this week. Next week I have pictures of the chairs we had recovered. Actually, they’ve been here for a few weeks, I’ve just been lazy about putting up the pics.

Also, don’t forget the soaps. If you’re working to save them, checking the “tasks” that Kymba is posting on her blog, a big thanks to you. If you’re not, why not consider it? It’s not just the soaps that are in danger, it could be all of scripted television as we see more and more of this nonsensical “reality” crap making its way onto our sets. But it is an institution, the soap opera, the basis of any ongoing weekly show, that is in danger of fading away.

WTF!

June 15, 2011

Early yesterday morning I discovered one of my tomato plants was leafless. In fact it looked like it had been eaten. Sure it was the smallest of them all and at first I thought maybe it was a bad plant, a runt, and dropped its leaves. But they would be laying on the ground and there were no signs of them anyway. On closer inspection, it was evident they’d been chewed off with razor sharp precision. So much for that protective fencing. WTF? (Fence..see, you thought I was gonna say the other F word!)

But I wasn’t to be defeated. I spent a couple of hours wrestling with and cutting strips of quarter inch wire mesh to stuff into wherever slight opening whatever hungry varmint it was might have slipped through. Most likely it was under the front gate, the gap there is rather extraordinary but now, after having my hands cut to shreds and fingers punctured, I think we are officially critter-proof.

In the meantime, with the watering and the rain we’ve been having, everything is flourishing and my pepper plants are finally starting to sprout as well as one lima bean plant so far, exploding through the ground like an embryonic alien emerging from a fetal sleep.

I’m still engrossed in the Casey Anthony trial and today the prosecution will rest its case with and by tomorrow the defense will begin their presentation, unless they win their motion for an acquittal, but that will probably end up the same way their plea for a mistrial yesterday ended up…denied.

And of course our Save the Soaps (all of them) battle rages on. Right now our focus is on contacting any ABC/Disney personnel to pass the message on to Bob Iger to sell the soaps to another network. Trouble is, they mostly respond with that same link to the ABC website Contact Us tab. And now those replies read like canned responses, when they decided to answer or if they don’t have their “away” messages up.

What’s Up, Chuck?

June 13, 2011

Another relaxing weekend, well one with little or no fuss. It was a friend’s birthday and we surprised him with a cake and balloons in our “Rapture” finery. Since the Rapture was a bust, we held over our outfits for another occasion. Simple outfits, but nonetheless effective; big floppy flowered fisherman bucket hats and Playtex living gloves (in various colors)–a statement in simplicity. We came back home, grilled up some beef and had dinner.

Yesterday, we went to the movies to see Super 8. Was supposed to be a matinee (11:50am) but they charged me full price….$18 for two tickets!! WTF! But it wasn’t a bad little picture and in case you’re thinking of seeing it, I’m going to give a quick synopsis. A group of young friends were shooting a zombie movie and in the middle of the night, after having sneaked out of their beds, began shooting on the platform of the train station in Lillian, Ohio when a speeding train derailed in front of them thanks to an errant pickup truck driving head on into it along the tracks. Good premise and full of promise, but for me, when it turned into an alien sci-fi story, I was a bit turned off and bored. Alright, I won’t tell the end…. But I was kind of sucked into one of the kids’ performance, the girl who played Alice, the only girl in the group. As memory serves from my youth, the boys in the film did a good job portraying that awkward goofy age and Alice seemed a little more mature, a little more responsible and the acting was fantastic. It wasn’t until more than halfway through, from a certain angel, I realized it was Dakota Fanning’s sister, Elle. And I was glad of not having realized it until later in the picture otherwise I would have been on the lookout from the start, full of expectation. All in all though, I gave it a 6. And Ariel had an observation; similar to the show we saw last week, The Shaggs, where the non-Shagg singing was very good as opposed to when The Shaggs were “performing” the acting was good in the movie, but the movie the kids were shooting was, well, a terrible performance. So, kudos for that.

And an observation I’ve made over the last several weeks, either watch television shows or movies the new trend is to have at least one character, at some point, throw up…violently.

Then it was off to lunch at the Olive Garden, and Home Depot for some garden supplies including a new sprinkler and with this one, it’s all we need. It reaches both wide ends of the beds and is easy to adjust to keep from splashing against the house and the fence. The yellow flowers and the parsley were puchased yesterday because the parsley we planted never grew and sadly, I think my new pepper plants aren’t going to grow either, but I still have that one surviving one from the 18 seedlings I started indoors.

So, being a busy weekend, I wasn’t able to keep up as steadfastly with the tasks at hand in the battle to save the soaps, but just as I was writing this opened the Help Save Our Soaps site and sent out a mass mailing to the latest list of Disney email addresses. And within 3 minutes I’ve already gotten 2 “out of office” responses. They’ve probably got everything turned off so they don’t have to deal with us anymore. But, we’re not going anywhere.

Brian, Brian Quite…..

June 9, 2011

I thought I was gonna be back up yesterday, but while I sat with my laptop on Tuesday night trying to shake the cobwebs from my head, nothing came to me to write about. I thought of writing about my garden but I thought it would be better if I had some visual aids. And it just so happens, now I do.

Meanwhile, I’ve just been having a blogging dry spell, but I’ve been here (and there) doing what I do on a daily basis; work, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. And I’ve still been doing what I can as far as the fight to save the soaps goes. We (my Facebook groups) have changed our focus to  romancing other networks to buy the shows and urging the powers that be at ABC to sell them.

I’ve also been completely consumed with the Casey Anthony trial. At 9am, the live feed goes on and I keep it going until the judge calls recess for the night. Somewhere between noon and 1:30, while the court is out to lunch, I take mine, but make sure I’m back to work by the time they come back. Even last Friday, I went to pick up some Delmonico steaks to grill for dinner and while I was out, I had the website going on my phone and was listening (and watching when I could) through my bluetooth.

I feel like I’m starting to ramble…gosh, that’s a good feeling so while I am, let me show you this video. It’s the Shaggs. We saw this Off-Broadway show over last weekend and found out later it was based on a true story. The band consisted of the Wiggins sisters, Dorothy, Betty and Helen. Later Rachel joined, but the show concentrated on the first three. Austin Wiggin, their father formed the band on the belief that his mother saw their rise to fame. They released one album, Philosophy of The World, but failed to gain national notoriety. They remained a locally popular attraction in and around their native Fremont, New Hampshire until their father passed away in 1975 and they disbanded.

So, here is some of my garden, finally!

 

I looked, but couldn’t find  a word that meant contrary and rhymed with Brian.  Looking from the patio to the back,  we have Nasturtiums (you can also see some mint leaves–those are plants), just beyond that are poppies (3 rows). Then you’ll see straws and little paper cups.  Well, the straws were the original markers we used where we put the seedlings I started in the house but died of shock when we transplanted them. I should take them out, but now they’re kind of like tombstones. And that would be disrespectful. Or perhaps hopeful that something might eventually pop up there.  The paper cups are because I started new seeds but to keep confusing down as to what is and what isn’t weeds, I figured it would be easier to tell what needed to go. This set of cups is for wax beans. In the center, which you can also see in the second picture are sunflowers and squash. You might also be able to see basil, red and green.  From the other picture, you can see my corn and in the cups are new seeds I’ve recently started and they are starting to grow.

 

Mirroring the other bed, we have mint, Nasturtiums and poppies.  You won’t be able to see it, but there is one of my original pepper plants that survived the transplant.  Also in the center are sunflowers, squash, tarragon and red basil. Looking from the opposite end are the new batch of tomatoes, both beefsteak and cherries (again in the paper cups) and the empty paper cups will hopefully turn into a new batch of pepper plants. So, there you go. As the season goes on, I’ll post more progress pics.

And I’m just sayin’… when I was in school, we had hot days and didn’t get sent home like many schools in NJ are planning on doing today, as they did yesterday.

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One Man’s Lawn…

June 3, 2011

…Is this man’s garden. I swear. The more I think about it, the more I’m starting to think the soil brought in to fill my garden beds was dug up from someone’s lawn. You’ve seen pictures of my garden beds, at least I hope you have. If you haven’t, first of all, shame on you, and secondly, click on House Construction under the “categories” tab there in the right hand margin and scroll through. Anyway, yesterday morning marked the third day in a row I spent pulling weeds. Well, weeds is a subjective term and while there are what would classify as that, most of what I pulled was grass. And this wasn’t the first time, but with the rains we’ve had recently, it’s all shot up so quickly.

Now that I’ve done that, the garden looks alarmingly sparse, thanks to the bounty of tomato and pepper plants that died from shock when I first put them out there. I’ve since reseeded and the new tomato plants are about 4 inches high already. I think there is still time to start some seeds so we’ll get some other stuff to put in the dead zone and really get my garden hoppin’.

Looking into my crystal ball, I can see a coupla steaks cooking on the grill later on tonight, with some onions and mushrooms steamed up in a foil pouch to go on top of them. Maybe I should put some A1 on my shopping list, or at least some Worcestersistershire sauce. How about a side of crinkle cut fries? Wash it all down with an ice cold beer. Come on five o’clock. Would I be pushing my luck if I tried to plan for a fire as well?

The Casey Anthony trial was circus  yesterday and the only thing I was wishing for while Yuri  Melich was on the stand, and the courtroom heard a tape of his interrogation of Casey that the camera would have panned to her, to get her reaction. The one thing I find so interesting is how during the video presentations of phone conversations in the jail with her brother and her mother and father (that made up the last few hours of the day) is her reaction to the suggestions of different people they might enlist for help (speaking in the timeline as the evidence is being brought forward). The ones who have no bearing whatsoever, like a schoolmate from junior high (there I go again…er, middle school) was actually brought to the witness stand. People she knew later in life, she conveniently forgot their last names and the imaginary people, like the nanny, have full-blown histories. And not only that, their families have full-blown histories.  Now, the defense wants to bring in a professional on human emotions to testify on how different people react to death and dying, precipitated by how Casey has been accused of being unfeeling when her daughter’s remains were found. Of course, when you’re that calculating, you don’t have time for emotion.

Got a nice relaxing weekend ahead. A matinee tomorrow, followed by a possible overnight visit by some friends and a movie on Sunday.

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Okay, one more before the weekend gets here:

Thank you, Jamey Giddens!