Two Recent Self Portraits

Good software given bad data. And my old shirt.

With single three-watt LED wafer.

I Go On A New Adventure

Two Pictures From Recent Exploring

Noo Clur

Isn't that the way you say it? Noo clur? From other side of the river. South of Fort Pierce.

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Mostly Recent

A Visit To The Krepp Hoerters

What you get when a bunch of railroad enthusiasts get their hands on some old stuff but never get around to fixing it up. Big pile of junk sitting around a building in an industrial area of Fort Pierce.

Restoration seems to involve paint, more than anything else. Paint and a big brush. They've gotten their hands on an old fire truck. And it's getting the red treatment to make it presentable. There are worse hobbies. Many and by far.

The scale of how much junk is parked on a siding, and how shabby it is, comes off better from the other side. But that's the late in the day side for good light. Which is also the heat of the day. So I haven't quite made it there on my bike to take some pics. But I will. Maybe by then the rail cars will have been fixed up.  

It's Been A Year

Been a little more than a year, actually. And I'd thought about putting up something on the 10th. Morning that I walked into IRMH at around five thirty. And around noon walked out, slowly and carefully. Ellen drove me home. And I began recovery.

"Lance Cancer" I call it, trying to be a bit breezy about the whole thing. And it's fixed up just fine. Despite being crappy pens, I now use Uniball. Or at least have one in my pocket, even if I'm using something else for actual writing.

When the cutting is all done, the question becomes what are you going to do next. For simple stuff like mine, one of the options is watch and wait. The others are a follow-up with chemo or radiation. I had a two week course of radiation, just to make sure. 

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I had intended to write more with the above. Things I'd thought about while riding. Or while just sitting. About the process and the after processes. Somehow a lot of it does not readily condense to words, and I want to avoid tldr.

My friend David, who drives the big jet airplane on my header, remarked that "there's too much cancer." And, neglecting my personal case in this argument, I'd say that there damn sure is. Cancer has been in his family. And it has been in Ellen's. And it has been all around us. Seeing how quickly shortened life can become has changed my sense of what is and what isn't important.

Medical care in our wealthy community was a mixed bag. I can't tell a good doctor from a bad one, except in extreme cases. I can spot bumbling in the bureaucracy of paperwork and procedures. Sure as old hell was a lot of it.

And I can really appreciate the people who took the time to explain and who had the time to care. - The aside is that I have close to zero personal space. If you talk to me and gradually get closer and closer, I am not going to step back. Why would I? And you don't need to explain what you are touching and why. I'm curious about the process, but I'm not likely to be offended.

Anyway. For radiation, first you get a support made, and then some tats for alignment. After that it's big machines. Talking to people who are waiting with you. In which there is some glad and way too much sad.

Still not close to what I think I want to write. So maybe some more later.

Well, anyway, here's the zapper. 

Around The Water. Fort Pierce, Florida

A Ride Around

Another bicycle ride around town looking things over. Soaking up heat. The weather selector has been moved to the summer position in Florida. Thought about this pic in context of recent events and the load of information I'm getting about foreigners and the threat they pose to our great nation. 

There was something while back, as I recall, about apple pie and Chevrolet. A good ol' foreign name. French I believe. Hey. How about eat some cheese and see the USA in your Chevrolet.

Fort Pierce below. And below that, waiting out rain beneath the US-1 bridge over Old Dixie Highway.

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The Dance of Changing Things

I just got plain old tired of F'book dance of changing things and the second-rate data-dredging quality of their site-ware. And,no, I am not looking for hot women in my area who are also faithful, but looking for a good time with men over sixty. Nor crack-pot health products. So, back to blogspot. Something I did a few years ago but tired of very quickly for a variety of reasons. Probably mostly pictures from here on out. With some remarks as the mood suits me. Hell, if the weather is nice, I'd much rather be out riding my bicycle. Not doodling around with this mess.