Terry notes the return of my spirit, now that the side effects of the chemo have subsided. I even got in an argument with a doom-and-gloom friend. He does not see good outcomes for others, although he is very careful to make sure he himself gets the best of care! Well, he is lovable in other ways, lucky for him. And he gave me some good advice about getting my cataract surgery done here instead of going to Honolulu. Might work out. He is also going to fix our screen door, which the cat has destroyed. Blackie managed to get out the other day through a hole he made in the screen. In general, he has matured and calmed down quite a bit from his wild kitten days, even though he hasn't been neutered yet. Gentle treatment and only occasional more extreme measures (the spray bottle!) have done the trick. I guess we are pretty good cat parents.
A while ago, A colleague of Terry's, on learning that we would be visiting Tasmania, recommended the novels of Richard Flanagan. Terry ordered a couple of his books, but I did not read them but am doing so now. That's because Joyce Carol Oates, herself touring Australia and New Zealand, recommended his great work, Gould's Book of Fish. What a read! We are such provincials in this country. The colonial experience was different in every one of the British Colonies. The fact that the U.S. broke away made us totally different. More on all this later, when I'm finished with the books.
The horrors drag on. I don't see much hope for the Gulf area. Not if the water and air are warm enough to generate such huge storms on a regular basis. Nancy Nall has some good observations on the situation.
I'm not in accord with Nancy's opinion on Princess Diana. She really touched me. I enjoyed the Guardian piece by Hillary Mantel on Diana that Nancy links to.
No more treatments for three weeks. Hallelujah. Maybe a luxury mini-vacation in Kona? I could go for that!