week 2 is behind us

This was the view from my car in the cancer center’s parking lot.  We’ve had a bit of rain, but thankfully no snow.

Banjo Man is doing very, very well so far.  He’s like Superman.  As usual, the doctors and medical staff are impressed.

I, on the other hand, have had several close calls (fender benders) in the nearby shopping complex and have decided never to enter it again.  In my defense, the huge lot is always full, the spaces are tight, the lanes narrow and the other drivers are insane.

I also hit a curb on the way to my violin lesson, but let’s not talk about that.

Last Monday I dropped Banjo Man off for his treatment and drove past the nightmare shopping center (home of Panera) and went instead to Starbucks.  I used a Starbucks gift card and spent 30 minutes reading inside the shop while the rain poured down outside.

This cup of tea cost $3.53.
Never again, except under the risk of hypothermia and dehydration…or in an airport…or in Idaho during the pumpkin latte season.

Then Dr. Angela loaned me one of her giant Yeti coffee mugs, so I made my own peach tea (thank you, Dancing Mandolin Player) at home and stayed in the parking lot of the cancer center and read for forty-five minutes, which was lovely.  Banjo Man took a sip when he returned to the car and burned his tongue, which wasn’t lovely.

We have also remembered that Thursday is the turkey dinner special at Cracker Barrel.  That might not sound like a big deal, but during my radiation days it was a major highlight of each week.  The tradition continues!

One of our recently retired friends has offered to drive Banjo Man to his treatments a couple of days a week, which is SO WONDERFUL.  I’m sure it’s a nice break for my husband, who now has someone else to talk to besides me.  It meant I had the time and energy yesterday to make meat balls for the weekend.  And another blueberry ricotta cake, too.

It also meant I wasn’t running late for my violin lesson and didn’t hit any curbs along the way while trying to get there on time.

But let’s not talk about that.


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