room for living . . .

we have the smallest living room in the state.  really.  when we looked at the house, I noticed it immediately.  and thought, this is why the place isn't selling.  it is also the main reason I refer to my home as 'the cave'.  no light.

its only ten feet wide.  I actually had to take measurements when I saw it and then go back to my condo and push the furniture in to see if I could live that way.  tight.  but I could.  and, I'm glad I did.  

but you know what, it's one of my favorite rooms.  yeah, it's a little funky decor-wise but that's why I love it.

I've filled it with things that make me feel good.  a huge squishy sofa, two Mission Craftsman leather recliners, a table my parents had when they first got married . . .  happily refinished by the 9TS, and covered with a hand tatted doily by the 9TS's mother.  The floor to ceiling fireplace . . . did I mention the saving grace is a really high ceiling at one end . . . made from rough coquina stone.  so rough in fact that in most little facets, there are goodies stashed.  Kidlet and I added them one day when she was seven.  and more appeared.  everything from a Polly-Pocket pet to a Swarovski crystal pig.  then there is the leather giraffe.  love him.  snow shoes.  ancient metal ice skates, a grape vine wreath.  an antique barrister bookcase full of my grandfather's books, a 100 year old bear . . . slightly munched in college by a zealous canine, a scarred Lionel engine, and the odd collection of paper mache cats.  then there is the woven basket stuffed with logs, the fat wood and my personal favorite, my father's first scooter. 

whether I am curled up watching television while munching dinner . . . a habit we acquired after Kidlet left for college . . . or snuggled in one of the recliners, I love the peace that exudes from this room.  it makes me feel  . . . well, like I am home.

hooray . . .

Kind of a different type of day for a change.  I finally warmed up my iMac and new printer and did something creative.  It's been so long since I've rummaged through my stacks of card stock and hauled out the brads, flowers, adhesives, paper cutter, punches, Xyron etc., but of course it all started digitally.  It was a fun afternoon.

Tomorrow, I think I'll play with my sewing machine.  I have projects lined up and waiting.  The funk is clearing.

Kapowie . . . Blam . . . Socko . . .

the 9TS is sitting in a lounger getting infused with Remicade.  They called a little after 8:00 a.m. to be there between 9:00 and 9:30.  Take that rutabagas!!!!!

exhaustion . . .

two hour drive to tampa
blood work

appointment with Dr. K.

three hour drive home

wine

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The good news?  Dr. K. can no longer physically feel the tumors on his right side.  Which of course means that they may have shrunk on the inoperable side as well.  Coolio!  We'll find out for sure in December.  Tappity, tappity, tap!!!

The sloth is scheduled for an infusion of Remicade Tuesday morning.  HERE in town.  In the meantime, he will stay on prednisone, Miralax, Senokot S and Lactulose if needed.  How was that for a tad too much information. 

It was a good day.  Exhausting but good.

this is why I adore Kelli, take 2 . . .

My first email of the morning, yesterday!!

"So, there is a rat that apparently scurries around every day outside Stu (the VP/GM)'s office.  He sees it out the window.  I asked him if he was sure it was a rat, or maybe just a little field mouse or something (he is, after all from England and Cincinnati, lol).  He told me it was either a very large mouse or a very small kangaroo.  LOL

 

Anyway........I had stopped going out the door right by my desk, because I didn't want to come face to face with this rat and have no where to go.  (it's a very narrow walkway path that leads to the main door.)  Well, people come and go out that door all the time, so yesterday I decided to get brave and leave out that door.

 

I came face to face with said rat.  ugh.  I texted Stu (who was on a flight to France) and told him I had finally seen the rat, and have named him Templeton.  Now I think I know why he said I constantly make him laugh.  I'm sure that's the last thing he expected to see when he was able to turn on his phone today after an all night flight, lol.  He called this morning and asked how Templeton looked......I said, well for lack of a better word, his fur looks kind of "ratty".  Then it occurred to me that's probably how that expression got started, and his fur probably looked exactly right for a rat.  And then I got the giggles and couldn't stop, all while Stu is listening on the phone from France.

 

I expect to be job hunting soon, ROFL."

 

"She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage."

— Karen Walker, Will & Grace

aaarrrrghhhhh . . .

Turns out, the nurse covering for our favorite nurse 'A', gave me the wrong name of the drug they intend to infuse.  It's Remicade not Rituxan.  Huge difference . . . and I even had her spell it for me.    Remicade is used to help the rutabaga problem caused by the Yervoy.  Very rarely do side effects enter into the equation.  So now all the paperwork has been shuffled to our insurance company and once we get an OK, off we go into the wild blue yonder.  Put on your seat belt dear Sloth and hang on tight.

EDIT:   Finally we have it straightened out.  We will see Dr. K. and get his labs done at Moffitt but the Remicade infusion will be done here at home. YAY!!!!  Everything has been approved.  Life is good again even if rutabagas stay on my s**t list for the rest of my natural born life.