Sunday, August 4, 2013
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Day 885
Number 21 on Alejandra's menu is Camarones al Chipotle.
Shrimp with onions and mushrooms in red spicy sauce that will make you blush.
The red spicy sauce has made it onto hubby's The Best Thing I Ever Ate list. And just look at that jumbo shrimp.
Shrimp with onions and mushrooms in red spicy sauce that will make you blush.
The red spicy sauce has made it onto hubby's The Best Thing I Ever Ate list. And just look at that jumbo shrimp.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Day 884
All that Suck the Marrow Tour confidence I had quickly dissipated once the infusion side effects hit. And to let it interfere with my job? Certainly something someone "living deep" wouldn't do. I'm thinking I need to get that tattoo of the quote as a reminder to continue living when things aren't so good.
In the meantime I decided to spend a big part of today doing what I did before - back in the first year or two of the blog - when I felt crappy.
Back to sewing. Finished one of the Alaska kids' quilt tops. Here's a sneak peak at a piece of it.
In the meantime I decided to spend a big part of today doing what I did before - back in the first year or two of the blog - when I felt crappy.
Back to sewing. Finished one of the Alaska kids' quilt tops. Here's a sneak peak at a piece of it.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Day 883
While my mother and her tomatoes provided yesterday's picture, when I got home today I found that hubby was providing today's picture.
Just look what he made for dinner while I was in Boise. That would be a pink salmon he caught in Alaska.
Just look what he made for dinner while I was in Boise. That would be a pink salmon he caught in Alaska.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Day 882
I've been searching for a description. A way to explain what goes on in my head after the infusion. It's like a headache, but not exactly. Like I'm dizzy, but not exactly. Like I'm about to pass out, but not exactly. Like there's too much adrenaline in my brain, but not exactly. Like my brain is vibrating, but not exactly.
But as I closed my eyes, resting that whatever-it's-called going on in my brain leaving me unable to focus/concentrate/drive safely/think clearly (and unable to attend another conference day), the answer appeared.
Magic 8 Ball.
Remember the Magic 8 Ball? You asked it a question, shook it up, turned it over, and it revealed the answer. Most likely. Without a doubt. Ask again later. Cannot predict now. Don't count on it. My sources say no.
It's like a Magic 8 Ball. But only the shaking-the-ball part. It's like my brain is being shaken inside my skull. Part headache, part dizziness, part lightheadedness, part adrenaline rush, part vibration. An infusion side effect - one that happens every time - one that I'm not yet skilled in managing. One that has interfered with yet another work-related responsibility.
So I stay here at our Boise place with my head on the pillow for the day.
Thank goodness my mom picked a couple of her pot tomatoes for today's picture.
But as I closed my eyes, resting that whatever-it's-called going on in my brain leaving me unable to focus/concentrate/drive safely/think clearly (and unable to attend another conference day), the answer appeared.
Magic 8 Ball.
Remember the Magic 8 Ball? You asked it a question, shook it up, turned it over, and it revealed the answer. Most likely. Without a doubt. Ask again later. Cannot predict now. Don't count on it. My sources say no.
It's like a Magic 8 Ball. But only the shaking-the-ball part. It's like my brain is being shaken inside my skull. Part headache, part dizziness, part lightheadedness, part adrenaline rush, part vibration. An infusion side effect - one that happens every time - one that I'm not yet skilled in managing. One that has interfered with yet another work-related responsibility.
So I stay here at our Boise place with my head on the pillow for the day.
Thank goodness my mom picked a couple of her pot tomatoes for today's picture.
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