My co-pay for each radiation is $40.00. I’m scheduled for 39 treatments over the next 8 weeks. Pretty much every weekday…
Today my thought is the cost is $200.00 a week and that would be a lot of film or guitar strings. Perhaps three tanks of gas that on the highway would be about 1500 miles.
I can see how this could send some people underwater and there would be hardship, but I’m alright. Call me a worm because I have wiggle room.
We drove to Stormville, the airport flea market, and we found a round metal patio table with 4 seats along with cushions at a no-brainer price. It will be delivered tonight.
“Maggie” bought this wood rectangular table that had 6 chairs, but it proved not to be durable. I mentioned a teak table and the cost, and warned that the table she wanted to buy would not last. I was correct, only lasted 4 years, and now off to the landfill.
Oh-well, but I told you so. This is what Maggie does: she cheaps out, but in the end wastes money.
This wrought iron set is in good condition, has a decorative flower motif, has a glass top, and the original finish still looks great. I sat in a chair and felt comfort. The cushions in the future will eventually get replace years from now, but this is a durable good.
Seems like the prices have escalated a lot on this good stuff because the alternative is cheap goods from China that ends up in landfills, or UBER expensive luxury goods.
Maggie also reports that summer wear already is being sold on sale and with huge discounts. Pretty clear to me that this is because the consumer has clammed up and the economy has slowed down. The FED does not know this yet, and you heard it first from me.
I saw a vender who made Owl Houses. I think I will make one and see if we can draw in a owl family. Last week I saw the Marsh Hawk (Northern Harrier) flying over a neighbor’s house. The underwings are white, so clearly it was not a Red Tail Hawk.
I’m eating more protein, and doing strength exercises. Pretty much gearing up for the radiation treatment. The exercise means an earlier bedtime, around 9:30, and more sleep to recover. Just trying to prevent the onset of some chronic diseases that can be side effects of the hormone treatment.
Sitting on a couch for 2 years has serious health declines and while I may cure this Cancer, other diseases can gain a toe-hold to take me out.
Yesterday a rather stunning older woman with a very youthful body flirted with me in the presence of Maggie. I felt very flattered. The subject was my hair. If worn down and I pull out the wave some of the longest hairs will reach my navel. I downplayed the compliment and said I kinda look like a surfer dude, and pretty much my hair is rather feral.
I don’t often get a hair cut. Maybe once every two years. Monday I have an appointment and my 5 fisted pony-tail will likely get trimmed back 3 fists. Pretty much I’ll still have a pony-tail, but I won’t be so old hippy.
My fan can’t wait to see me with my new do. I mentioned that Monday Maggie will have a new boyfriend. Not sure if Maggie picked up the sexual tension between me and my fan. Pretty obvious to me.
There was a “moment’ when this woman whispered in my ear her age. She is like me, looks decades younger, and has the body of a teenager. Like me she wears tight pants and looks hot in them.
So I’m not trolling, and I was just minding my own business…
BTW I would never hurt Maggie…
So when I met Sherry Krauter for the first time, she called me and offered to hand-off my camera back to me after I had it repaired in Madhattan. She had a doctor’s appointment.
Sherry is kinda known to be blunt. I’m in a car with her and paying her, and a passing remark was, “If I was your girlfriend I wouldn’t let you out of my sight because I know how women are.”
How true. Men are prey…
Cal