I’ve started to putter around in my new kitchen at the farm. It’s not ready yet, but I’m playing with recipes and such. I’m going to bake bread for sandwiches, Scott is going to smoke different meats, and I’m making sides and desserts. I’m going to call it “Bites” and focus on sliders and small things, sort of like tapas. I’m so excited. I’m growing things in the garden and greenhouses to serve. It’s almost like some things never change, and I’ll always still be who I am! And now I’m in Hawaii. Man, life is strange sometimes.
The girls go with me to work every day, and take their job of chasing mongoose and greeting visitors very seriously. I’m so glad to have them with me! I have a parade wherever I go and whatever I do. They watch me garden. They ride in the back of the truck with me to work, barking at all the dogs and the cows along the way. They are learning the different places we go, and are pretty chill at this point. Disa only tells me it’s time to go home every few days now. She’s lost a bunch of weight, which is good, and I’m giving her joint supplements and memory aids, and she is pretty much back to her own sassy self. I’m thinking about bringing a male over, from Sweden. It takes money, though, and that’s not something I have much of right now.
I saw Glazier on Monday of this week, and basically got the “you’re done” “all clear” visit. I’ll see him again after an MRI at the one year mark of the original brain surgery, 9-14. I’ve had so many doctors appointments for so long that it’s amazing to not have another one for months! I celebrated my release by going into the ocean for the first time, snorkeling. I didn’t go far, but it was so fun and I can’t wait to do it again. Gaela was the only one who swam out to see what I was up to, and even she wasn’t sure it was really me in that mask.