Fenway, our aging furry boy, is at the vet. This morning I noticed a major swelling along one side of his muzzle from the eye to his nose. Hubby took him in to the vet's office and we were expecting a quick diagnosis of a sinus infection. But hubby returned without him since the vet isn't sure and wanted to x-ray. He said tumors can grow unnoticed for some time then seem to suddenly erupt. So this could be something as simple as an infection that might be easily treated to something life threatening...

Hubby is at work trying to think and I'm at home cleaning and trying not to think.

And we're both waiting.

Update:
Based on the X-ray results, the tentative diagnosis is osteosarcoma (tumor is in the sinus cavity). We have to take him to the local university hospital for possible biopsy/CT to see how treatable the condition is.

Last week after marveling at all the accomplishments of Sarah Palin, I commented to UDH that I was hearing the theme song from Davy Crockett in my head for some reason. I guess the lyrics might need updating.



Then tonight I saw the "Original Mavericks".

Can someone please tell me what year this is...I seem to be in a time warp.

Saturday, August 2
Mount Horeb, WI

Can you think of a better disguise to avoid the paparazzi while enjoying National Mustard Day? We were obviously recognized when we wandered too near the Weinermobile. As word quickly spread through the crowd, we narrowly escaped down a side street clutching a green & gold balloon dragon, a book about mustard and a couple of nearby garage sale treasures.

RevHRod writes:



Bonus question: Have you ever met any of your blogging friends? Where are some of the places you've met these fun folks?
Nope, not yet.

It's been a long time coming. The 100th post.

I could write about the weather. It's certainly been blog-worthy.
But I won't say more about it than Saturday was oppressive.

Saturday, I was doing a 5 mile walk for charity. This walk/run was the dream of a young woman with lung cancer who wanted to raise money to support research. She did not live to be part of the race; but over 300 people who knew her, loved her, or like me had just heard of her goal were there to honor her dream and remember her life.

The heat was oppressive, the atmosphere however was invigorating.

She would have turned 37 today...

So I offer this 100th post as a prayer for her husband and 3 year old daughter and a "Happy Birthday, Jodi Lou."

And well...relatively speaking.

My head is still firmly upon my shoulders, with quite a bit less hair but more gray. Must post photo later.

I've been reading rather than blogging.
Marathon Woman by Kathrine Switzer
The Courage to Start: A Guide to Running For Your Life by John Bingham
Running Within by Jerry Lynch
Do you see a pattern here? I can't decide if I'm running from or towards something. Probably both.

Above sporadic behavior has not significantly impacted my weight, perhaps that has something to do with the afternoon and late night snacking.

Finally (after rescheduling due to snow storms at least three times this winter) had my eyes checked today. I'm relieved there are no signs of diabetic retinopathy, cataracts, or glaucoma. And my Rx still hasn't changed...dodged the bifocal bullet one more time.

Fenway just arrived home from his teeth cleaning. He had one extraction. Ouch. I was a nervous wreck the whole time he was at the vet's.

I am beginning to believe Spring has arrived in Wisconsin. It is warm and windy.

Kievas tagged me for this book meme that's been around and around. But I don't think I've done it before. Here are the rules:
This wasn't as simple as I expected.

First I glanced at the desk shelf behind my computer monitor. Then I realized that The Hallelujah Diet by George Malkmus was much closer to my knee. Before I reached for it, I remembered the bag of books from the library in my chair (I tend to sit forward on my chair. This makes the spot behind me a perfect drop spot for books, sweaters, or stuffed animals.

So I was literally sitting on this book & you probably can't get much closer than that.

I want to add the disclaimer that this is definitely not my book:

Odyssey by Jack McDevitt



I won't tag anyone. Well, because everyone I know has already been tagged at least once.