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I recall that my first husband brought some sausages home from a Hungarian deli once.  One look convinced me that they couldn't possibly be edible.  I stuck with a salmon salad for my meal and decided that I would rather eat in the living room rather than watch him eating it.  It was blood sausage and I couldn't watch him eating it after seeing it raw.  It didn't look any better once it had been cooked.   

That cartoon is hilarious!  Thank you for posting it, Natasha.  I'll sleep happy tonight, providing I can get this silly grin    off my face long enough to get to sleep.

Russ, the salmon with dill sauce comes in a package of four or five, with the sauce already on it.  I think it is just a basic white sauce with dill added.  The package just lists ingredients so I have no idea how they do it.

I plan to have salmon in dill sauce and a tossed salad with Greek dressing for lunch.

Are you not in England now, Gopher?  I received your card, and it (the town) looks very old and beautiful.   I feel pangs of envy about your on-going adventures.  You certainly deserve all the enjoyment you are now experiencing.  How I would love to follow in your footsteps and see all the beauty and charm that you are seeing!

Life here is just as mundane and boring as always, punctuated by a never-ending stream of nurses with notebooks detailing the sameness of my life with meds, followed by instructions to eat more, more, more.  I am also instructed to get more sleep.  When I explain that one of the meds is responsible for keeping me sleepless, they agree that  it is known to do that but I must get more sleep anyway.  Rather contradictory, don't you think?  However, I am still upright and somewhat mobile, so no complaints.

I see that my oldest cat insists that he is hungry  (he's not, but wants the attention), so I'm going to persuade him that the outdoors is a great option to food.  He weighs around 20 pounds, so his complaints of imminent starvation are somewhat unconvincing.

It's time to make the living room a little tidier.  The cats tend to rearrange the cushions and push the candle holders closer to the edge of the coffee table.  It's their way of contributing to the look of the room.  I have also learned that leaving a clean pot on the stove convinces them that it is hot, and keeps them off it.

Bye for now, and continue to enjoy your most excellent adventure.  I am wishing for your good health,  and continued happiness.

Actually, Word is the Last Word.

Hi, everybody,

I'm back again, but considerably weaker now.  I've been inundated with nursing personnel from Home Health, and their visits take more out of me than the meds I'm taking.  Food is still a challenge for me, because I keep staring at full cupboards and trying to think of anything that would tempt my tastebuds.    My appetite has gone steadily down, as has my appetite. I look at the fridge and the cupboards and shudder at the thought.  I'm tired all the time, but can't seem to sleep.  This is a most annoying disease!  I try to find food to tempt my palate, but nothing looks interesting.  I used to love scalloped potatoes and BBQ spareribs, but I just can't be bothered to do more than open another can of soup.

I miss all the chats I used to have with you.  Chatting with you was so interesting, and I really enjoyed it.  But I'm so tired all the time with all the meds I have to take that it is hard to focus on conversation.  I also have a very annoying home nurse that shows up two to three times a week to check on me.  I don't mind being checked on, but I loathe her patronizing attitude.  She seems to restrict her chats to two syllable words, in case I can't grasp anything larger.    Being patronized is one of my chief annoyances, but she is the home link to the nurses and doctors.  Cancer doesn't automatically mean that I am brain-dead, just seriously inconvenienced physically.

I've noticed that pain is intruding on my addiction to reading.  I love to read, but the pills fog my brain.  I wind up re-reading books and newspapers because my ability to concentrate is disturbed by clock-watching to take my pills at the required time.  Sleep is also disturbed by the need to take meds at certain times, so cat-naps are my only option.  One good thing that happens is I can read the same paragraph a couple of times over and it looks new to me!

Time to go back for another cat-nap with my cats.  One of the luxuries I never used to indulge in, but now are pleasurable.  Hope someone is reading this, and will respond.

Now THAT I can believe.  It looks like there is plenty of gas left.  The only thing holding them back was likely a fear of flying.  I can visualize the stage lifting slowly into the air as the audience faints for lack of air.

Why not?

Sorry, DDD, you blinked and now it is back in my possession.  LAST WORD.

Canadians are just as screwed up.  One maniac with a gun collection in New Brunswick, and now another in B.C.  The madness never stops.

Lunch not even considered now.  I'll lay off the cheesecake and have mac and cheese for supper tonight.  Last night I finally had some cold BBQ chicken and a small salad for supper around 9:00 P.M.  Of course I couldn't make the beasties wait that long for their meal, so I fed them around six.  By nine they thought my plate looked interesting, and tried to investigate while I made a cup of tea.  I had to put it back on the counter (under close supervision until the tea was ready.)

My neighbor was just here with a generous slice of home-made lemon cheesecake.  I ate a bit of it and it is soooo good.  She has a talent for cooking, and especially desserts, and she is happy to share them with me.  Naturally I enjoy being on the receiving end of them.  I ate a small portion of it, and kissed goodbye to lunch.  Mac and cheese sounded quite mundane by comparison.  I intend to have it for supper instead.  I eat such small amounts that the meal would never qualify as a full-fledged dinner.  More like an enlarged snack!

Brilliant juxtaposition.  Beautiful contrast of the painting against the snow.

The one drawback to free speech is that madmen are as free to disseminate their views as the more rational people, and they too have their followers.