Healing nicely.
And yes, my hair is a bloody mess because I was trying to get it out of my wound. Pretty soon we’ll be able to call it a scar.
Live and Learn
Still yourselves and listen, chirruns, to the wisdom from a soon to be 59 year old crone…
Old women just know things.
Or is it because they’ve been there, done that?
This particular old woman liked the sun when she was young. Practically lived by the pool and at the beach. OH and there was much work to do on the farm…none of it inside the house. The long horseback rides… and I loved being slightly burnt. That radioactive glow really gave me a kick.
Though my memory isn’t what it should be, nobody ever mentioned SPF anything.
But then I could be passing the buck.
This was my fourth MOHS surgery. Whenever the dermatologist finds something on my pale skin that looks not quite right, he biopsies it. When cancer shows up I go back in for the MOHS.
During Mohs surgery, thin layers of cancer-containing skin are progressively removed and examined until only cancer-free tissue remains. Mayo Clinic.
They’ve been a year apart lately. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished my Viking/Celtic ancestors had been black or olive skinned instead.
Passing the buck again. Story of my life.
Anyway, there is a moral to this story and I’m sure you get it. If you don’t, at least I and that waiting room full of fellow tanned crones sure do.
23 Years
Mike and I have been married for 23 years… yesterday. He surprised me by coming home last night with two boxes of chocolate, two cards, a dozen roses and three dinners from Flannigan’s. What can I say? The man knows I love my food. Their ribs are delish!
He read my earlier post and felt… bad? Sorry for me? He’s such a sweetheart and I’m so grateful for him.
But I got happy in the same shorts I got sad in, darlin’. Not your fault at all. I love you for many reasons, including caring for me and my feelings. But listen, you can bring me ribs any time!! 🙂
Love you, always.
So This Happened.
I went in for a yearly physical (they used to call it ‘well woman’) couple weeks ago. The Nurse Practitioner who usually saw me had been sacked so the Actual Doctor and I met.
Hate when that happens. The NP and I had carved out our 10 minute-at-a-time friendship over years. We laughed, we cried. She was fast and honest and not afraid to listen or call me out on silly bullshit. And isn’t that what everyone needs?
Adam and Eve
About a year ago I sent dna into both FTDNA and Ancestry.com. The results were very similar, as they should be, but there is a striking difference a year on: the Ancestry results are changing!
I found the original FTDNA map and it’s the same as today’s:
Of course I couldn’t find the original Ancestry map, but trust me… it’s different.
NOW I have Greek/Italian ancestors, albeit not many. And a smidgen of Jewish! I figure that’s Adam and Eve. Yes, Ancestry is just that good; they’ve traced my origins to the beginning of time.
Give them another year and I’ll be Pocahontas’ freaking cousin. How does that work? I know they figure in people’s ancestors who are related to me via DNA, but are they taking for granted ALL their predecessors are mine?
February
I can’t believe the month is half gone. It’s been a lovely, cool winter for those of us in south Florida, so I’ll be sorry to see Spring this year.
My husband sent two dozen roses for Valentine’s Day, as is his habit. I told him one single rose would be just as appreciated, but if it makes him happy to send 24, so be it.
In the not-so-good news, the neighbor behind us decided there was too much damn ivy over on his side and cut it back… with extreme prejudice. I can’t blame him; if it’s over there, it’s fair game. But damn… almost all of it is dead now. And that sucks.
Post Vacation Ennui
After my sister in law and her friend left town I fell into a depression… not surprisingly. After working to fix the house up in preparation, then all the running about during their visit, it’s only natural to experience a let down.
Things are getting better after settling back down into a routine. Or rut. Still.
I hadn’t taken any pictures since they left, so went out this morning with a mission: shoot something. Anything!
To start, it’s an incredibly beautiful day, even if it is on the warm side. I’m grateful for these days even if the cold weather is calling me…
Tattoo Me!
My sister in law and I got tattoos at Colorfast in Coral Springs!!
Pat:
I’m the one with the grimace on my face, of course. This was my first and last ink!
Vizcaya
My husband’s sister and her boyfriend visited this past week and we took them to Vizcaya. What a beautiful place, inside and out! But the policy is no photography inside; I almost cried!
Beach Therapy
Mmmmm…
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