My derecho storm, straight line winds, or tornado story. I could have subtitled this ‘The Damn Dog’ or ‘Breast Cancer Cell Feeding Frenzy’ but the title is long enough. Tornado storm like a hurricane came through yet again, no funnel sighted. Don’t care, I know what takes out 200 trees by …
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This is my first written breast cancer story. Never did I think I would be so emotional, sitting in my general practitioner’s office crying because without even trying I lost seventeen (17) pounds of fat within a few months. But breast cancer does that to a person….. makes you cry, …
The dessert menu reads that it is sweetened with natural juices. Two sentences later, “Sweetened with aspartame.” Eyeroll…. I make the mistake of saying it aloud. “That is not naturally sweetened and suggesting an ice cream sundae to Hubby. Our waitress makes a definite point to tell me it is naturally sweetened… Waitress, dear, please don’t argue with me. After such a physically and emotionally exhausting day, you are so tired and crabby. I’m just crabby.
I am somewhere between a college campus with no people and a prison five miles away. Where would an escapee head to get the heck out of Dodge but the nearest tollbooth where someone has to stop and can be carjacked or killed for the car. That is not a question…. Then there are the speedway people who pull up behind me, like the one who did. It’s him and me. Him waiting, me trying to get my money in the slot and go. Me with my window down watching all sides of my vehicle. Please don’t get out and try to help me, mister, I will definitely crack the gate off with my Denali, don’t think I can’t. But he waited. A nice man I am sure, but I was scared.
Wing dog pile at side of neighbor’s garage. When it sticks you know they might get the idea…. Recycle coffee cans for neighborly gifts….. Pick up before the lawn crew arrives…… Wait until it freezes then rake it into piles and pick up… hoping the lady of house does not slide through it first.
Like we told you, they take getting used to. You have to point your nose at what you want to read. . . . Ah yes, point your nose at it! What that means to me is point your nose at the BOOK! Point your nose at the cereal box. Point your nose at the up-close computer monitor. Not the three words you want to read.