It is rather fun watching tiny little workmen hustle around the new construction site. I am cheerfully assuming that this building will not block my view. But, I may be wrong.
Well, I would complain about gaining 2.25 pounds a month while we were in Kona. When I was eating my way thru Carlton’s issues. Some fortunate souls “Can not eat” when they are worried. “Can not eat” is not in my vocabulary. When I am worried, I eat. So, I am not going to complain. I am going to remember the malasadas, the donuts, the Spam, the pumpkin pies, the apple pies, the “School Kine Cookies“, the bread puddings for breakfast, the mac nuts, the Steinlager and Long Board beers, the avocados, the mochi, plate lunch, the hulihuli chicken. As we say “choke grinds”. And I’ll be glad that 10 pounds is all that I gained. But, I am going to get rid of those nasty 10 pounds.
Mr C goes to see the oncology surgeon tomorrow morning. He is going in for an audition. The last doctor took one look at him and gave him the hook. Hopefully this guy will be willing to take Mr C on. Or refer him on to someone else.