Day 897

It turned out better than I could ever have imagined.

Inside my arm, just above my left wrist. A constant reminder to me that despite all my health issues - all my pain, all my huffing and puffing and not being able to catch my breath, having to rely on a scooter to get around; despite the infusions and chemotherapy and all the side effects that go along with them - life is here to be lived.

And I intend to live it.

Day 896

After my meeting in Boise today I made a stop. The picture gives a big hint as to where I'll be spending some time tomorrow after my next meeting. I'm going for it!

Day 895

Kitty has the right idea. Sleep on top of the comforter. Don't forget to cover your eyes to block out the daylight!

Day 894

In a break from the expected, dinner in Marsing tonight was not at Alejandra's but at the pizza place. Too bad hubby doesn't like au jus. If he actually dipped his sandwich he would have realized it would have made it oh-so-tasty. You can bet I would have dipped his delicious melted brisket sandwich! (He didn't give me the chance.)

Day 893

When hubby caught his salmon I knew he had a pink one and a silver one. Not being a salmon fisherman I didn't know the difference. Even when it arrived at the house I couldn't tell the difference. Last week he grilled the pink; today he grilled the silver.

I still can't tell the difference. Is it the meat or the scales that determine the type?

Here's what silver looks like. Doesn't look much different than the pink he made the other day (to my untrained eye).