Wayne Gray

Indeed! The bee cares only for the bloom, not that other drama. 😄 Thanks for the comment, Mike.

Thank you, tim. The bee's frame of reference is one we can learn something from, I think. 🐝🌹

Thanks, Fae. 🙂

You too, Mac. Good morning, all.

The bee doesn't know, that roses bear many thorns. The blooms are her world.

Coffee has been consumed! While tim works his day job, I'm working on outlining the writing we've done. WOW. It's a lot! Tracking dates, occurrences, timelines, and such is an impressive task when dealing with this many characters. We're thirteen chapters in, and we can't really write more until we finish with this - not if we want to keep everything so that it fits sensibly with everything else. The story is worth the effort. Sorry if it feels like we're just talking/teasing about it, but ... we are excited. It's a tale with deeply flawed people who learn things about themselves, each other, and their places in the world. Really, that's the kind of story I wanna read. Okay ... break over. Gotta get back to it.

It's okay. I think you've earned the right to curse when seeing that word. I've never heard of a person living that long with a Glioblastoma. That's amazing. I know it's heartbreaking too, but wow. It must be growing very slowly. We had patients who went from diagnosed to gone in only weeks. I think it depends on where it is in the brain, and its aggressiveness. Regardless ... this story is about a guy with one, and those lives he intersects with and affects. I hope you manage to enjoy his journey, and the impact he has on the world.

It was tasty. Frankly, oats have no right tasting that good.

Okay, so this one isn't a recipe, but a weird realization I have made recently. Oatmeal. I've been eating more of it to get the positive impact on my cholesterol levels. Well, earlier in the week I had a lunch meeting, and very little time to prepare anything. I deeply wanted hash, and was sorta whinging in my own mind how I didn't have time to fry the potatoes long enough to make it. I don't know why, but oatmeal popped into my head as a potential substitute. I tossed about 1/3 of a cup dry oats into a hot, cast-iron pan, let it toast a bit, then added a pad of butter, and a slug of olive oil. The brown oats soaked up the fats, and smelled great. Then I moved the oats to one side, and added two finely chopped slices of bacon (you can see I need all the help with cholesterol control I can get). Fried them up until almost crispy, and mixed it all together. Once a few minutes had passed, I added hemp nuts (great little things - think bigger, softer flax seeds), and then stirred in some Greek yogurt, and topped it with a fried egg. Presto. Oat hash. I made my meeting, and found a new way to really and truly enjoy oats. We're going camping soon (god, I hope we don't have to cancel), and cooking oats this way will feature in my choices of meals. I'm not afraid to experiment with stuff. After I did, I tried finding similar things online, but didn't. Apparently oatmeal hash is just too cutting edge for the rest of the world. 😄

Good morning, all. About to jump on a 1/2 hour long call where I'm madly taking notes the whole time. Guzzling my second coffee. Let the day commence!

tim! I need a supervisor over here!

I think it depends on who you ask, Reader.

Chapter 13, done and a loose outline for 14 submitted to my supervisor. 😏

I share your sentiments. I don't think I can say it better, so I'll leave it there. Well said.

GREAT remake. But then I love Silversun Pickups.

You're a rheal shit! lol

Kraken with Ginger Beer and a healthy squeeze of fresh lime juice, please.

Be careful with that sinus infection plus the heat. your body doesn't need to spike a fever during temperatures like that. Keep taking it slow and keep hydrated.

It'll have to do, for now. 🙂

Have you ever been called a temptress, Reader?

Yes, please.

Man, I feel wrung out. And I have two hours to go. Someone send Rum. Okay, break over.

Well written piece, Parker. Thanks for posting it.

This piece is so powerful. On your worst, darkest days your poetry surpasses anything I could write at my pinnacle. And that makes me happy. you are my example when I look for what talent with poetry looks like, tim.

It's a good reminder for me too. I know how our processes work, but I don't think much about them being mysteries to others since I deal with them day after day. That's why it's important for us to get and give feedback. It's not that we're not concerned about how we treat patients and partners, it's that we're just doing what we've been told to do, and forget others may not know ... Moral of the story: say something. People who care will listen.