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Janice posted an update Wednesday, Mar 16, 2016, 2:29pm EDT, 9 years, 6 months ago
Greetings, Glassies!
Fenton ---- my favorite color! Gorgeous!
All I can say for New England is "Gray! Gray, gray, gray!" It stopped raining but we have the promise of more for part of each day going into next week. Deep sigh. I just walked toward the beach but didn't make it... on the last turn the wind whipped off the ocean and slapped me in the teeth. So home again, home again, jiggety jig. Speaking of jigs, I have no plan for having corned beef and cabbage tomorrow as it's too much trouble to make a big (and illegal) meal and then have to eat it for 3 days (triple the illegal part!). No restaurant around here is doing the gray and I dislike the red intensely. The gray is only available in Eastern Mass. for the most part and I do resent those local restaurants who opt for the red! So I'll drop a half a lime in my water and that'll be my bow to 'the green'. And I'll look at Fenton's green, green glass!
Yesterday SIL had his 3rd brain surg in 10 years. This time no cancer! It was a 'fast growing cyst' and deep in the tissue near the optic nerve. His vision has been deteriorated each time and I think this one will mean total blindness. But not cancer. He has been cheating death for 10 years, as it started in the lung. His second surgery on the lung was because this one spot wouldn't shrink from the chemo or rads or whatever...... guess what? It wasn't cancer! The surgeon said he had NEVER seen malignant and benign tumors in the same lung. So we keep preparing for his demise and he keeps fooling us! There is a greater plan for him, I guess! His boys are thrilled to pieces. I guess it just doesn't pay to 'prepare for the worst'! It just robs your soul and may be for naught.
Raccoon invaded my house before we lived here full time. Curtains, tablecloth, carpet...... torn to shreds and urine everywhere. Rick found the poor thing in the back room - or the corpse, anyway. He must have starved to death as he came in through the chimney and there was no way out. We'd been away for weeks. RIP, stupid 'coon!
I think I'll do something tropical with shrimp tonight. I'll pretend I'm somewhere warm and cheery... put some beach music on.
Janice
