The Latest

This is what the candles looked like in the light of day. Very different from each other!

And now this is the latest: mrguy's most recent scans are in.

"IMPRESSION:

1. No evidence of metastatic disease."

The other stuff is still in the report, the things I call "old guy stuff". He has an enlarged prostate and some arthritis in his neck, and a cyst on his "robust pancreas". Even his original tumor site, the esophagus, shows only "Stable trace circumferential wall thickening" which makes it seem as if it might be returning to its pre-cancerous appearance? Dunno. Mind you, this cancer often snatches you back at the slightest hesitation. But this is great. Mrguy has been worried. I have not. 

He seems so good on his good days. This morning he made us an avocado cheese omelette using his new favorite pan, and I imagine that right now he's in the man room dancing the tarantella.

So Yesterday Happened

We left the home together! And we bought camel shaped pastries at the Italian bakery in the rain.

After a while, I started making pumpkin salmon soup in advance of watching Game 2 of the World Series. The Blue Jays are my team and I've been looking forward to this for 30+ years. So I got my ingredients and was cutting my many vegetables and listening to an interview with Roy Wood Jr. and Trevor Noah. I began to feel settled, looking out of my kitchen window with my headphones on, while making my cozy soup. Then the day took a turn for a worse.

I saw a woman and her dog pass from my side of the street to the island and deposit a huge bag of dog doo on the island, leaving it there and walking away. I snapped. I ran out of the house, grabbed her bag of poo and shouted down the street "Don't worry. I'll take care of your dog shit for you!!!!" Surprisingly, she heard me, came back halfway and said "I always do that and come back for it later". I turned my back and yelled "I've got it this time!!"

Not my finest moment, and I feel somewhat ashamed, but there I was making something yummy and if I didn't move the dog shit I was going to have to look at it. How did I know she was coming back, and WHATEVER. I regularly see dog doo bags in our front yard left behind by dog owners. And on top of it I was just thinking today about maybe planting something in the barren island in the middle of the street.

So I finished the soup -- and if you use this recipe it really isn't quite the same if you use celery instead of celery root (there was none at the store). But I was just thickening it and putting in the corn and salmon. Mrguy replayed the Canadian national anthem for me, and after the top of the first the power went dead.

The power company told us that the outage would last until 7:45, which would be the end of the game. I decided to pull out some fun candles -- the kind that turn colors as they melt. They did not give off much light, so I added a regular candle. And we listened to a Canadian broadcast of the game on SiriusXM.

The soup was delicious, but we lost Game 2 and are now tied 1 - 1 with the team that mrguy calls The Hated Dodgers.

Here's what caused our outage. 

Bot Fun

I wore out a bot who reached out to me last night while we were watching Game 5 of the ALCS. 

The bot reached out to me because I subscribe to a fan page of a musician I once worked with. In my experience he is a terrible tipper! 

Also we only played music, just so you know. This was my first attempt at bot torture. We have a friend who is really great at it, and that's what inspired me to engage when the bot wanted to talk to me. I made a point of not telling it anything revealing.

No Kings II

Updates: The New York Times today says "thousands" came out to protest. The president then posted an AI video of himself in a fighter plane dumping feces on crowds of protesters, who are then covered in shit. The president is so icky.

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Sometimes you just need to get your yayas out. I met with a bunch of (mostly) older folks out on the pavement and waved to cars, getting them to honk.

Woooooo!!!!

Honk if you love America!

Honk if you love Democracy!

Thank you!

and for those who did not honk:

Honk in your heart!

At one point the most beautiful parade of lowriders came through, with gorgeous paint jobs and delightful joie de vivre. Two little kids rode their illegal tiny motorbikes, which would usually make me angry, but they were with the program. We had one student driver pass by who was freaked out by the commotion, but her instructor honked the horn for her.

One lady early on approached me to ask what the fuss was about. I explained the thinking behind the movement and she thanked me. I hope she comes out next time.

I would say that there were close to twice as many people out today. The signs were amusing and heartfelt, the police were respectful, but the shade was sparse. I met a really nice lady who, if I see her again, I want to share contact info with.

I went hard at sign waving and fun making for my fellow protesters, and I hydrated because it was really warm today. After giving my all for an hour, I went home to scoop up mrguy. He had chemo this week and was not feeling well, and also disappointed that he wasn't well enough to go out. He was making himself some toast when I got home, and I took him down in Tiger Brown to see the local protest for himself. He did not, as I suggested, try out my sun roof. We honked and wooed at people and then went to the store to get some juice. It was lovely. He felt great that he got to participate. 

We'll see if I have any voice tomorrow. I was singing in the store and my voice was cracking a bunch...It felt great to go out there and express myself and amuse the people. 

First Amendment, baby.