This is either my third or fourth go 'round with the stuff.
The prophylactic cancer treatment usually beats me up for from three days to a week.
I guess it depends on if I get an infection or not. So far so good. It is good that it will finally be over and that I can resume my life again.
It never used to affect me but it does now for some reason. Cumulative, higher dosage...
Leslie and I once took a very memorable hike there, had to go through a herd of cows to reach our trail.
Maui was the first place I ever visited in Hawaii.
Back when they had the Lahaina Whaling Spree in the 1960's.
My father's best friend, Tim Morrow, had a wonderful shop there, the Collector.
Dad loved staying in Napili, he loved playing golf in Maui, bought land there to build but the cardiologists said he was too far from a decent hospital so he didn't.
I remember being a young kid and seeing my first "back to nature" hippie girl at the airport, a visual that fused my circuits.
The hot but hirsute chick had legs and pits that were a lot hairier than mine would ever be and it weirded me out as a ten year old or whatever.
I loved the greeter and the pancakes and the banyan tree and pretty much everything about Lahaina. Can't help thinking of my late father and brother when thinking about their beloved island. So horrible to think what those poor people that live there have undergone and all the horrific death.
I am a claustrophobic person. I don't like crowded spaces, or bars or places with singular exits and entrances. I need far horizons and wide open spaces. And as much as I love Hawaii, and my favorite island Kauai, after a period of time, I find myself circling the rock, trapped, wanting to get out and off. That is probably why I live where I do.
I was so intrigued to see that so many people in California have rain gauges. Who knew that was a thing?
You all live in the desert no?
Anyway, I want to be in the rain gauge club. Rains a lot here so plenty to measure. Only 5mm today