Weekend Stuff

I feel better. I tried very diligently to feel the calm today. I'm even wearing my "Live In The Meow" shirt.

On Friday I congratulated myself for taking the next week off, but then quickly realized that this week is chemo week and talking-to-the-oncologist-about-next steps day, and such. They're even talking about mrguy resuming his kanjinti this week in the hospital with an overnight stay. Oh well. I will do everything in my power to un-lax. But we only have today and tomorrow to hang out together before the fun starts. I'm even thinking of having Norwegian dinner on Sad Saturday, since mrguy will be sadding.

This morning we went out to breakfast at the place down the hill, which was great. I remembered not to eat my whole meal, and for that reason I did not feel like I needed to sleep right away. Did a little genealogy sleuthing, and then went out to an estate sale. I just really needed to get some new stuff into my eyeballs.

It was not as I expected. Sometimes you go to an estate sale and it's Hoarder City. So much hoarding. Lots of mold. Lots of crafts that it looked like she was going to try to sell. It was the third day of the sale and you could barely navigate. She even hoarded orchids. There were dozens of orchids in pots in the back yard. I left without finding anything, and feel pretty great about that. Feast your eyes on some gourd porn.

The hoarder house street (in the slide area, and also so narrow that I had to back into someone's driveway to do a 3-point turn rather than continue the way I was headed) had one house whose plantings made my heart sing. I love camellias and banksia.

I was already out and about, and it's a beautiful day so I went back down the hill to the car wash. It rarely disappoints. And there was a great song on the radio, Remington Rand, by The Particles. 

On the way home a woman didn't see that I had the right of way and cruised through the intersection and I barely missed a collision while swerving and screaming. So much for that relaxation.

Tomorrow we will take a drive to a wetland we've never been to and we will look at birds. And possibly otters or nutria or whatever other vermin hangs out there.

Protest -- Or Mrs Guy Gets Her Yayas Out

There is no photographic evidence, but mrguy and I went out to the local large street to wave at cars and get them to honk today. It was joyous, lovely, kind and loud. A woman asked mrguy "Is she *always* like this?" and he replied "Yes. 24/7." I told her "It's been a rough couple of weeks and I need to get my yayas out".

And that's the story. It was so great to have mrguy with me. Last time the protest was held during chemo week on what he calls "Sad Saturday", which is a day that's hard for him. On that occasion I came back to the house after protesting for a while, and then took him out in Tiger Brown so he could see the crowd and experience it a little bit.

Today's highs were a man who had a sign "90 and Pissed", lots of smiling and cheerful neighbors, a vintage car club that made two circles around the block, lots of honkers, and one middle finger. Why is it that mrguy, who is one of the nicest people, is always the guy who gets the finger?

I noticed a few things -- the early car crowd wasn't necessarily there for us. The people with Tiny Tree air fresheners were not fans, at least in the first hour. Then the people with different-colored or multi-colored tree air fresheners seemed to honk, and the cars with green ones were pretty resolute, as a group in their disdain. We had a bunch of repeats who drove by several times. And one guy who pulled over and I thought he said "I'm gay and I voted for Trump," but folks with better hearing said that he said "I'm gay and I love you," or something more positive. I see you, gay man who pulls over to support!!

Waves of people arrived by public transit starting around 11:30, and we left around 12:30, secure in our knowledge that we were not emptying the crowd. We grabbed Tiger Brown and ran the gauntlet ourselves, honking for the entire city block. 

It was great.

Then I went to the supermarket, bought some celery root, and made this soup.

Delicious! Adding potatoes...

Celebrity Dreams 2026

Last night I fell asleep watching an interview of Jose Andres by Trevor Noah and combined the two people in my dream. 

We were making an impromptu dinner at my house and I showed Jose Andres all of the proteins my freezer. I referred to it as my "meat library".

I was charged with making a yeast-based flatbread. I was supposed to know how to do it without a recipe, but I also needed to show people where things were in my kitchen. Then I had to ask for help with the recipe and after that I made some very sad looking dough. Jose Andres / Trevor Noah helped me behind my back, and improved and portioned my dough.

Not sure how it turned out, other than as a blog post.

A Friday : )

If it's Friday, it's dermatology day!

New spots. New opportunities for removal. New opportunities for Mohs surgery?

Hopefully not.