But this is about my grandaddy. He's had cancer a few times and multiple surgeries and ultimately lost half of his jaw as a result. The cancer is back so the 3 of us are traipsing to the hospital 3 days a week every 3rd week for a chemo regimen. (the prognosis is for full remission. SQUEE.) He has MS. He has diabeties. He also has a nice scar from where a rattlesnake bit him a few years ago while he was clearing some brush at that farm I mentioned. The farm that is 10 miles from the nearest person. Ten miles doesn't sound like a lot until you figure that a man in his 70s walked a half mile to his truck and drove himself the 10 miles to the little country store to walk in and ask for an ambulance before passing out after he was bitten by a rattlesnake.
So when I tell you he stood up Wednesday from having just received a 2 hour chemo drip and announced "I want a STEAK" what I mean is he ate the better part of a huge one about an hour later.
They sure don't make 'em like that anymore, and I'm not talking about the steak.
Chalcedony was the first of the multicolor glasses I played with last year and I wasn't much impressed with it. (read that as this color hates me so Imma shove it in the back of the rack) Yesterday I dug it out to make some crosses and I must have been sticking out my tongue just right or holding my breath the entire time because OH EM GEE gorgeous!
My crosses are free handed. No mold is used.
Also? I want to kiss these people on the mouth.
Not all at once though. That might be kinda gross.