Author: alohawild

The night lasted until 2AM, so I was finally up at 8:45, having proved hydration a few times and going back into an exhausted sleep. There are forgotten dreams that are not nightmares. I slowly get started knowing that I have the whole morning to prepare for the day.

I write a blog and manage a banana and a nearly stale donut for breakfast. Then, I take two hours to write the blog, throw on clothing, drive Corwin to work, and return to writing. Time is flying for me.

I decided soup and a sandwich with a bit of potato salad will be lunch. I warm up Lobster Bisque from Whole Food, a bit decedent, use up the shaved ham and add a bit of salami for the sandwich. I microwave the meat for 45 seconds, so it is warm. Mustard and bread finish the sandwich. The soup was just OK. The scoop of potato, cold, is welcome as eating cold foods now is a treat.

I shower and dress and contact Dan. He will pick me up to see Susie. Unfortunately, his wife, Janice, is ill and can not join us. I cut some rosemary in bloom for Dan and Janice to enjoy. I collected the flowers, also from Whole Food, that I bought a few days ago to take to Susie when I could. Dan is a few minutes late, but soon we are headed to Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center, found at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A.

We arrive in Dan’s plug-in hybrid Subaru without incident and soon pass the Covid-19 checks.

Susie is in bed, looks comfortable, and is happy to see us. We chat for a bit, and we manage a FaceTime call to Leta, Susie’s mother. I changed the flowers. I also checked with the nurse, Sarah, and there are no issues with Susie.

Dan and I then head off for a New York City-sized block walk to the Pink Spoon for frozen yogurt. I managed the walk, but it was more challenging than I had hoped. I am much weaker for this last chemotherapy cycle–but it is the last!.

Dan and I enjoyed some perfect mix–I went with cheesecake and strawberry mixture. However, we did look askance at the avocado flavor. Dan suggested it needed chips to go with it.

The place was busy and had tables and high ceilings. I decided to sit inside, believing that sitting near the door and the high ceilings should provide some protection from Convid-19. Social distancing must be a habit now as everyone, even the folks not masked, kept to about 6 feet distances.

There was a non-dairy mango flavor that Dan added to a cone cup to take back to Janice. I poured the cheesecake and strawberry for Susie into a cup with just a touch of chopped strawberries. So we walked back, and I felt better now fortified with yogurt, and the walk was more manageable.

Susie had some yogurt, and the rest was put in the frig until dinner. We then headed out as Susie was yawning, and It was nearing 4PM.

Dan dropped me off at the house. I decided to rest a bit and awoke at about 5:30. Corwin had already ordered Mexican food. I was hoping to cook some of the food I bought, but that was now moved to Saturday afternoon.

I read and watched some excellent videos on YouTube on naval history. I also looked for some new music. I try to find something special for every day now. I post that on FaceBook.

My Kickstarter for the next add-on for the board game Architect of the West Kingdom arrived yesterday. I managed to get all the content of three boxes into the new super box yesterday. While it is strange to buy a box, having a board game scattered in three different boxes makes playing the game harder. Also, forgetting one of the boxes might mean you can not play the game. Then there is the problem of leaving a box behind when you pack up. Thus, the big box is an improvement.

Tonight I unboxed it all again and then took all the extras cards and meeples and distributed them into the decks and bags of player meeples. This means the additions will have to be played, and like many of Garphill’s games, the additions smooth out the mechanics and makes it a better game. Too often, board game add-ons are expensive and just bring more rules and mechanics that make a simple good game a mess. I did watch some videos about the newest add-on that brings in monument building, and the reviewers increased the rating of the game from silver to gold by including all the add-ons into the game.

Architects of the West Kingdom is one of the newer games that bring in better ideas into gaming. Just place a worker, meeple, and do something. But the more meeples in the location give more and more resources. But you need to get them back, and your fellow players can arrest your meeples, which makes them even more challenging to get back. You need the meeples to raise resources and build the cool buildings you have plans for to gain points with the ruler. Also, your virtue is important so maybe work on the cathedral to score points. But, the black market is an excellent shortcut, but damages your virtue. It is easy to play a board game, but it is hard to win and grasp all the mechanics. My fav type of game.

Turning to Spring, The China Rose, ‘Old Blush,’ already shows tiny buds–it usually blooms first and last. I have sprinkled plant food on the roses in the front to help them get started. The sunny weather is driving them to burst out any moment, and the food should help. Old Blush is one of my oldest roses used by growers to create new roses. It is a very basic rose and usually can only be purchased from old rose growers.

Two rose bushes in the back are showing stress. I will see if I can get some food for them too. The CARDINAL DE RICHELIEU shows a lot of stress and is an old rose and nearly impossible to find. So I need to take some action to make it happy again, and it blooms once, so it is vital to make it happy now!

I went to bed early and read and did not really sleep, as is usual, until 2AM. I took my pills at 10PM, and the side effects woke me up for a while.

No April fools this year. Just a nice day. Excellent!

 

I was up at 5AM as I could not sleep, and my asthma kicked in. So I had the blog written, and breakfast was done before 8:30ish. Then, I took my first dose of oral chemotherapy. After that, I got showered and dressed, and Evan was soon up, and we waited until 9ish to head to Portland for my infusion.

Evan was driving Air Volvo, and we headed up 185th to catch 26 to Portland. But the Max train was blocking 185th! So we had to turn around and take the TV highway to 216 to 26 instead. Not a good start, but we had 30 minutes extra, and the traffic was low for a Thursday.

Evan took the exit into Goose Hollow instead of the more heavy traffic. We then had to cut through back streets to reach 22nd and then take it, through many stop signs, to reach the Legacy Campus where the OHSU Cancer Institute is contained. Evan managed it.

He just dropped me off. I went through the process at the Cancer Center and had an IV for my last infusion installed in my left arm this time. My doctor met me and did not know about my ER trip and my reaction to the last infusion–I thought they had contacted him and it was all in my chart-but no. We are done; his reaction was no reason to risk that again. Skipping the last infusion, the doctor said, would not meaningfully change my chances of reoccurrence of colon cancer, so I was done with this. Just take the oral chemo. My IV was removed, and I contacted Evan to come and get me.

Evan was just reaching home; he put some gas in Air Volvo and then reached the Volvo Cave when he saw he was needed back in Portland. He was there in 30 minutes or less. The traffic was even less now.

As I was not suffering the side effects of the infusion, I took over driving. We headed across the bridges to the more industrial part of Portland. I like it better there. We found Grassa, a pasta place off of Hawthorn. I had never been there before, but Evan loved the place. I had a glass of wine, a local vintage called Coopers Hall–a Malbec, and ordered Carbonara for only $14. That price was stunningly low for freshly made pasta and a nearly perfect dish. We parked on the street without issue.

We watched as the burned-out shell of a building, an old Lebanese restaurant, and a furniture store that caught on fire from the improperly stored chemicals started to be demolished in small clouds of dust while we ate. The manager said we got a show too. He was also interviewing people for a job at Grassa or their sister place Lardo. So it was a pleasant lunch.

We went to get the car, and while trying to cross Hawthorn, a busy four-lane street with a turning lane too, a car did a U-turn and barely was missed by the horn-blowing surprised drivers. Yes, the driver looked very relaxed and was pleased with the parking spot acquired with some risk. So we carefully crossed the street and got in Air Volvo.

It is well known that a Portland driver will risk much for a good parking spot.

I next drove a short distance to Guardian Games. I wanted to see what they are doing now that the Covid-19 restrictions are lifted, not that I am ready to take those risks. They are providing gaming tables now. The tables are not spaced out much. On the tables is a rules list. It includes the first rule that describes how one needs to understand how personal hygiene impacts other gamers. The following rule is about Covid-19 and that if they are required to wear a mask to play with the other gamers at the table, then do it.

There I found a special on terrain features for table figure gaming. They had a rock for 1/2 off that would take me more time and money to make than the new $16 price. So I bought the rock outcropping for maybe the game Frostgave or other tabletop miniature games.

Evan and I then headed to see Susie. It is a bit of a drive from Portland to Forest Grove. On Evan’s suggestion, we took a backroad from 26 to get to Forest Grove. It was a pretty drive I have done a few times before. We found Susie at Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center, Room 44A, having lunch. She was surprised to see me as I had told her yesterday that I would not make it to Forest Grove. But without the infusion, I could manage a short visit and surprise her.

We stayed about 45 minutes as I found the fatigue growing. I got Air Volvo back home and then took a long three-hour nap. After that, nausea and exhaustion were back. I managed to get going about 6ish, and Evan left a bit after that.

I had a roast beef and cheddar cheese cold sandwich. I am reveling in my ability to eat cold things! I watched the BBC news on PBS to get updated on the war in Ukraine and then went back to bed; I still froze and read more Maisie Dobbs, book 17 in the series.

I was back up, ate some more food, took my 10PM pills, and tried to sleep after, including the other dose of chemotherapy for today. The chemo makes sleeping difficult, but I finally sleep at 2AM.

 

I managed to sleep until 8ish on Wednesday. I only awoke one time to prove I was hydrated. My allergies and asthma did not wake me this day (I am awake at 5ish today because of allergies). I got the text that Barb and Leta, Susie’s sister and mother, had made their flight to Michigan by way of Minneapolis. They will make all their flights and be in Detroit as planned.

Today, the last day of my break between the cycle of chemotherapy, I am feeling more like myself. The anemia is getting better. The dizziness is mainly gone. I still get suddenly tired and need to stop doing things, but that is much less. A good day, sad there is only one of them.

Evan plans to spend the night and then drive me to the appointment on Thursdays morning, wait four hours in Portland while the infusion and related processes are done, and be ready to help me get home safely (without a stop in the ER). The wait time is unpredictable as it relies on lab work and getting the results with some speed. Also, if someone else has an issue, it can delay my start time. All this requires, on my part and Evans’s, flexibility and compliance to process.

Breakfast is a banana and donut with coffee. I also can take my pills early as I need not keep the timing. The careful timing is only for the chemotherapy. So I take them in the late morning.

I am still having some trouble with words as I try to tell some stories and chat with Corwin and Evan. I am having trouble finding the words, and I forgot what I would say a few times. Not sure this is chemo-head or just the Covid-19 isolation issues that everyone is having. I will keep monitoring this.

I still have some numbness in my fingertips, and my toes are a bit numb too. The cold sensitivity is mainly gone, but I still freeze in a 70F house. I decide not to work on my model of a ballon for Dungeons and Dragons this break as I seem brittle and don’t want to damage my hands with any work stress.

I had another ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. So good and so simple once the extreme cold sensitivity recedes.

I do grab the Gay Pride flag I have in the garage and a replacement pole. The previous wooden flag pole, two-back, was broken, we think, by folks trying to do pull up on the wooden pole. We replaced the gay pride flag with an LGBTQIA2S+ flag, also known as the Progress Flag. This flag required a different styled pole. That flag and part of the pole have disappeared. I have ordered new Progress Flags with special rings to mount the wooden poles I usually buy.

I take Air Volvo to Beaverton and see Dan there, and he comes over to help me replace the pole. He used plyers to force the holding screw into the wood to ensure that the weather did not pull the flag out of the holder (we had a thunderstorm take one flag, which we later recovered). So only the bottom pole, which was snug in the holder, remained. I put up the Gay Pride flag we retrieved previously–I mailed my new Gay Pride flag to a Methodist Church in New Jersey that was reported to have had one burned.

I buy flags that are sewed and made out of non-flammable plastic. Therefore, they are impossible to burn. The Progress Flag I was able to buy is still a fabric flag with two rings requiring two clips and will burn and tear. It is easy to fly; one just clips the flag to a pole. I think I can get better ones next time; I saw that sewed ones are coming available. I ordered some extra rings so we can clip the flags to our existing poles.

After seeing Dan for a bit and getting the flag mounted, I took Air Volvo to Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A, to see Susie. I passed the Covid-19 check and was soon in Susie’s room.

Susie was tried-out. The four-day visit of her family and all the trips she took outside left her happy and tired. Susie, even without her family here, still looked more awake and comfortable than I had seen her in many weeks.

Susie is wearing a rainbow Seattle t-shirt.

I spent an hour or so with Susie. We did some music videos and just sat together. Leta called on FaceTime, surprising me, and is home and safe. She and Susie chatted for a while. Susie was falling asleep and yawning, so we said our goodbyes and let her sleep for the afternoon.

I then took Air Volvo to Whole Foods. I needed to do any grocery shopping before the chemotherapy started again. I found some wine and port I liked, which knocked my bill to unexpectedly high numbers; oops. It is easy to overspend in Whole Foods. I bought the makings for Beef Stroganoff and called Corwin, and he agreed to make it.

I brought my bags home and put away the perishable items. Corwin would put the others away. He wants me to limit my energies to those things I must do–he is trying to help as he is the one person that sees my everyday struggle. I can fake it for most folks, but he sees the thirty-pound weight loss, the effort to start my day, and the side effects and now tries to make things easier for me at the house.

I have some port, Susie’s fav style, and oddly the cheapest of the quality versions, and watch Clone Wars animated Star Wars (I really like this show and recommend it–I am on season 2 now). I stop after two episodes as it is starting to get late to make dinner, and I begin to put the dishes away, making sure I knock a few together, making some noise, and soon Corwin rushes out to do the dishes and make dinner. He had fallen asleep in his room. He had promised to do the dishes and make dinner and will not let me down.

Dinner is excellent, if not a bit late, and I continue with port and watching Clone Wars on Disney+. Evan shows. I was doing laundry, with Corwin helping me move the stuff to the dryer so that Evan had a fresh blanket and sheets. I also put my wash in later, as I will need clean clothing soon, and the first days of chemotherapy are tough. I don’t want to do laundry in the first days!

I download the newest Maisie Dobbs book, number 17, into my kindle for tomorrow and find a few snacks from last time to use on Thursday’s infusion. It just was published, and I recommend the books, but there are a few dark and lesser books in the series.

I manage to fall asleep early, but asthma and nerves have me up at 5AM. My inhaler helps, but I start my day anyway at 5AM.

Sleep is one of the things that has been hard to get. The steroids used at the start of the chemotherapy cycle make sleep impossible for me. So while I am on the break week, I try to get some extra sleep. This time the dizziness prevented me from doing some walking that helped me sleep later. I need some light exercise to sleep better. The next and last cycle starts on Thursday. Most of the extreme cold sensitivity is gone. My fingers are slightly numb, and my toes feel more numb, but every day it improves.

Leta and Barb, Susie’s mother and sister, will see Susie all day, and I can come later. I manage to sleep in until about 9ish. I go slow and write the blog and get ready. The dizziness is much reduced. I make a ham and cheese sandwich on toasted bread. I microwave the ham and cheese a bit to get everything hot.

I am getting ready to leave, and I hear a car racing down the street. My neighbors are testing their race car down our road. I am unpleased and manage to get into my car and pull out before they can race down the street again. I adjusted my mirrors and drank the coffee I had brought with me while they pulled up behind me. I then drive 5mps down our part of Clarion, drinking my coffee and not wanting to spill. I clearly demonstrate what we expect of our local drivers. Finally, they parked their car after getting the clear message that it would be wise for them to not make me escalate and contact the authorities.

Our street leads to the school, and many kids and parents walk our road. It is no place to practice drag racing. While my street leans to Trump, it will not likely tolerate that kind of freedom. They should get a peaceful message from the liberal side. I suspect my well-armed neighbors would be less benign.

Because of that disturbance, I forgot to drive to Safeway to get Susie some flowers. So I stopped at Target. It has been my opinion that the prices at Target are not better than other places, but Target sold popcorn, so I was willing to shop there while enjoying popcorn. But, alas, Covid-19 has shut down the popcorn production, disappointing me–I have not been inside a Target in more than two years, and worse, they don’t sell fresh flowers.

They do sell Easter Candy. I was unsure what to say when I saw the peeps, the sugar-covered yellow and other bright colors marshmallows in the shape of chicks and rabbits, now on a stick. Yes, the little chicks, six at a time, had a wooden stick driven through them and did not look like they enjoyed the process. I just shook my head.

Next, I saw Easter baskets made from cloth and pleasantly fuzzy. I am not surprised by another chick-styled item, but I was not sure why Jaws was included in the Easter baskets with cloth teeth in a happy smile. I imagine the temptations of Christ must have included a section I was unaware of, “Jesus, let’s go fishing and just relax.” With Jesus reminding Satan that the last person Satan went fishing with was Jonah, “I do not want to learn what you have planned for me when disobeying my father like Jonah,” I imagine Jesus saying. “I would have been epic,” says the disappointed Satan in my daydream.

I then try Walmart in Forest Grove, and they do have flowers. I can’t help and look at the Easter Baskets. Yup, Jaws is there too. Along with various princesses and a military-looking nerf set. “Have you have heard of nerf,” I imagine Satan saying. “I said no,” is Jesus’s slightly bemused answer.

They have flowers remembering Ukraine: small sunflowers and blue flowers; I get them. I also got some carnations as the bunches are small and priced to appear to be low cost; you have to buy two to get an honest bunch of flowers. Walmart knows all the tricks. But, the folks in the yellow Walmart vests are friendly and helpful. I asked one to hold my flowers; I left my wallet in the car. After a short trip to my car, I buy my flowers and leave.

A man in a raccoon hat and mostly no teeth asks me for help. I return to the helpful yellow-vested folks and relay his request. They search for an electric cart to bring to him. I did get him a regular cart for him to hold on to as he looked unsteady.

After all my adventures and musings, I arrive intact in Air Volvo at the Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway finding everyone in room 44A after passing the entrance Covid-19 check. Leta, Barb, and Susie watch old TV shows and look quite comfortable.

After a bit, one of the nurse aids moves Susie to her wheelchair, and we head outside. It is 55F and sunny, so it feels warmer. Leta takes a bench while Barb pushes Susie, and we head to the frozen yogurt store a block away. Barb located this treasure yesterday.

It is a short walk being about one New York City-sized block away. Susie eats all of her frozen yogurt, a surprise. While Barb and I both have a mix of cheesecake and strawberry with a few sprinkles. I can eat cold foods again, but I have to go slow. It would be unfortunate to trigger the throat closing off feeling side effect of the chemotherapy, and have Barb call 911. We get a to-go for Susie for dinner and one for Leta, who eats her vanilla with a few cherries on top when we return to the facility.

Barb is in the background getting more goodies. Did I mention they sell popcorn too?

Susie is eventually back to bed, even with dinner time approaching. Barb and Leta say their goodbyes, a bit emotional, as they will fly out too early to be back on Wednesday. Sarah, the RN, says her goodbyes too. Sarah calls Leta and talks to Leta on the phone sometimes.

Dinner at BJ’s Brewhouse is quieter as the sadness of leaving makes dinner a bit somber. So, just soup for Barb and Leta, plus Barb ordered some California-styled flatbread with veggies and chicken. I have the double pork chop as I am hungry and know that I will be having a problem eating soon, two days away from cycle 4 chemotherapy. It was a good trip, and Susie seemed cheered by it. We are happy that it all worked well without incidents.

We say our goodbyes, and I head home. I am a bit worn out from walking and hanging out for hours at the facility. I read more of The Words That Made US, with the author very critical of John Adams, excoriates Jefferson as a liar, and suggests Madison was mostly compromised by protecting slavery. The author focuses on their words, and some are pretty damning. It is all fascinating to me as it is all backed up with footnotes and extensive (ugly) quotes. For me a page-turner as I am learning so much.

I manage to sleep early, around 11ish. I have to get up to prove hydration at 3ish and wake and roll over after the sunrise. I always wake up for the sun.

The morning started with me awake before my alarm at 6:30, but it was still unwelcomed. So, as usual, I get up and make coffee. I have not mentioned it of late, but I am drinking liberal coffee again. I have Equal Exchange Organic Breakfast Blend. And though I have a great coffee grinder, I get ground, but I use it as soon as possible to prevent it from being stale. Before, I tried out the Rain Forest supporting blends, but I went back to the red packaged coffee as I felt more akin to its message of fair exchange. I understand fairly paying people.

Anemia is still haunting me, and I am dizzy when standing too quickly, and I tire fast. Hopefully, the iron pills that I have returned to will help build more missing blood cells. I have experienced anemia from the bleeding around the tumor that lasted for nearly a year. That cancer was removed on 21Dec2021. I found then and now that lying down and resting helps the most. A short rest of thirty minutes can get me clear-headed again.

I had just a few bits of donut with my pills as I was to meet Leta and Barb, Susie’s mother and sister, respectively, for breakfast. Barb picked a place using the Internet, but it did not work out. I happen to see a “Now Serving Breakfast” sign on a local bar and restaurant, Coyote. After touring downtown Hillsboro and seeing nobody open for breakfast there, we headed to Coyote, just a few miles away on Baseline Road.

Aside: Back in the 1880s, a man planted a grove of Giant Redwoods by the county courthouse; Hillsboro, then and now, is the county seat. The Redwoods are the definition of majestic when you visit them, and the trees tower over Hillsboro. I recommend them and suggest you grab a pine cone to remember your visit.

Returning to the narrative, the breakfast was the standard fare without the huge PDX price tag. The place was cold as it was clear that they were just barely open for breakfast. We were the only customers, but more customers did come as we finished. Breakfast took a while to arrive, and I suspect the prep-Cook is also doing breakfast as needed. The bartender also appeared to be the opening manager. Breakfast was good, and I will remember that for anyone that wants to meet me early, “How about breakfast at Coyote’s on Baseline?”

We headed from Hillsboro to Forst Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A. As it was still early, Susie was back in bed, having had breakfast at the tables near the nurses’ station. She was pleased and nearly overwhelmed to see all of us coming to see her simultaneously.

I did not stay long as I had some homework to do.

As breakfast was filling, I returned to the house and had only half of a donut for lunch. I called Bristol Hospice to discuss options for Susie. I will not cover that here as I want real clear options. Susie’s nurse, Dawn, will carefully evaluate Susie on Thursday and then report to me her findings on Friday. Susie may graduate from Hospice or be continued. Either result is both good and bad. Susie has remarkably recovered from the infections and from having a collapsed lung in October 2021.

I also was surprised to learn that I do not need a colonoscopy until December–I was trying to schedule all the medical tests at the end of chemo in April. I need a make-up colonoscopy, ugh, after the cancer surgery, but it appears that we are not in a rush. I have an MRI in April to eliminate the possibility of liver cancer. I have no symptoms, and the issue was spotted years ago and dismissed–but now, with colon cancer, we need to close the book on it.

The dizziness returns when I stand too fast. I rest and take a short 40-minute nap. I am better, and the dizziness has retreated.

I get a text from Barb that Susie needs more clothing. I was unaware that she was short of clothing (you try to keep the amount of stuff at the facility as things go missing, and their laundry process is not necessarily kind to garments). I have plenty of pants, and I picked out a few new shirts, too, going for bright and sparkly. I load them into Air Volvo and head to Forest Grove in the late afternoon.

Susie is in a wheelchair and is happy to see me again. The clothing is reviewed and accepted, with the exception of the flannel-lined blue jeans, but then Susie speaks up, and the winter-wear jeans are added to the closet. The nursing aid will mark the additions for Susie making it likely they will return to her.

Apparently, the movie Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was viewed on Barb’s iPad while I was out. Susie before could not sit through a film, but she can now. Barb and Leta can see that Susie is tired, but dinner time is soon.

Susie objects to having dinner and then a nap. She wants the rest first but acquiesces after learning dinner is only 15 minutes away. So we say good night after calming Susie down. I suspect Susie will just have dessert for dinner. And why not? Maybe we all should start with dessert first.

Aside: Our friend Dondrea is off to Washington D.C. to do some video. I got a text from her that she road high winds and landed at what we used to call National Airport. The trip to National is a zig-zag pattern over the Potomac that flies very low over the bridges. A vomit comet. Dondrea managed to not get sick. It makes me homesick for D.C., where Susie and I worked for years. I would always take BWI instead as I quickly get motion sick, but a few biz flights booked National for trips to West Virginia, and it was always fun to watch the panic as it is a unique experience on a 737!

Back to the story, we drove to Ridgewalk Brewery just a few miles away in Forest Grove as it was recommended by friends. None of us had lunch. I had a giant fried egg, including Western Burger (recommended by the bartender), Leta had a grilled cheese, and Barb a pulled pork sandwich (skipping the bread). Barb had a cider, and I had a beer. It is my first beer in more than two weeks. We chatted about what I learned and our options for Susie’s care in the new future. We also watch some of March Madness; the women’s teams are excellent.

It gets louder, it is trivia night, and we leave as the night takes flight at Ridgewalk Brewery. I wave to my neighbors, who came apparently for trivia night. They are the nice couple that bought the rebuilt house next door. We leave and say goodnight.

I call Kate from work, and we chat, and I end up, as happens often, just sitting in the car talking. My neighbor came and checked on me as he was worried something had happened. He is well armed when he comes. While we agree on nothing political–especially on gun control, he is the man you want on your side and a good neighbor. I thank him and tell him to always check, and he is clear he will always be watching. He is the father of five daughters and is a professional painter. He and his daughters painted Volvo Cave. I would list his name but he does not like social media, but I am proud to have such good people here.

I am tired but not dizzy this time. Food helps. I still just read and fall asleep early. I have to use my inhaler as I found that my lungs are frozen from pollen and mold. Not unusual when we have a sunny day followed by a wet day like today. But, after that, I stop wheezing and can just sleep. No nightmares. I sleep in on Tuesday.