Other than feeling the complete fool a few times yesterday, it was a good day. Hiding my head in the sand was not an option. I didn’t read the instructions on my bottle of hormone pills, and yes I still take them, and the new pharmacy didn’t give me the correct pills. Oh, the bottle was marked. Take half a pill, the label told me….if I had read it. No wonder my breasts were so tender.
Do I read recipes. Yes, but do I always follow them. No. Yesterday I turned cashew chicken into Pho. I ended up making so much pho, pronounced pha, we will have more tomorrow. At least it is very high in veggies and low in WW points.
Mikey isn’t eating. Bee says he is channeling his mother, Rose, and he’s driving her mad. Chemo always alters the taste of everything so nothing tastes good. If he doesn’t eat he will die. I suggested she have a food tasting.
I wanted to see the parade yesterday. Just like any healthy American kid, I love parades. I did get to see some small parts. As usual, Army marched far better than Navy. It gave me great pleasure to note this on an offensive father of a grandson’s Facebook page. “Go Army,” I told him. Then again, I am seventy one now, and perhaps I should have some curb on my juvenile reaction to things.
I had the same reaction to some of the words that Obama said in his speech. Has any governmental personage ever mentioned Stonewall other in derision before? His words gave me hope.