Now tomorrow, I get to have a hole cut in my head (like I don't already have enough holes in my body). I have a small spot of basil cell carcinoma, and since I had one removed around 5 years ago, I get to return for more, yay! I just had my hair done yesterday, and I know they're going to make a mess of it.
I know what it's like to read (or not) about someone's medical problems, so I'm going to stop right now and go outside and watch the birds feed on their new seed bell. They are really hungry little guys. Bill just mowed the lawn, and it looks fantastic. I wish we could do something with our over-grown backyard; I guess we'll have to save that for another year.
Portland was great (and wet), and I'm so grateful to be back home. I still have to post some of my pictures; here's a few, just to prove that's where I actually was:
This is Noah with Jack.
This is Noah, getting ready to bat, at one of his little league games. This was one of the rare non-rainy days.
This is me with my brothers and mom, in Portland. Gordon, second from the right, on the couch has Parkinson's Disease.
Finally, a picture of the Sandy River in Troutdale, Oregon, as seen through the trees. I stopped on the roadside, on my drive to see Ben one day.
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