It`s a scortcherr!

EDIT: WE JUST HAD AN EARTHQUAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I write to you from the premises of my backyard deck. Currently, it is 31*C with a humidex of 38*C (like, 100*F for you lazy american friends of mine who refuse to learn to convert C to F). I LOVE IT. And what`s even better is that this is the first post-tx entry i`ve written that takes place outside! woo hoo! I remember writing a few entries last year from my deck in this kind of weather, hooked up to oxygen, dizzy, coughing everywhere, dying all over the place, and exhausted. But this year? BLISS! WOO HOO! I feel completely awesome. This morning I got a call from my co-ordinator informing me of my 12 month assessment date! It is aptly scheduled for Monday, August 16! WHO KNEW! AHHHHH!

I am very happy overall. My mental state is good today so that makes me feel good. I havent been as agressively looking for jobs as I was however. I'm still looking, but i'm not a complete fiend about it. I've finally found balance and ways to keep myself occupied: I'm back to reading a lot, going for hikes and walks with the dogs, and baking. Friday I baked 4 loaves of the highly covetted Mama Bread (thanks Jenna! Sent all the way from the Wilderness!) It took me 7 hours to make. I started at 11am, punched the dough for an hour (my arms threatened to break off at the shoulders), let it rise for an hour and a half, re-punch, let rise for an hour and a half again, re-punch, pour into 4 loaf pans, let rise for another 2 hours....but it was fabulous! And today i used that bread as sandwich bread! Mmmmmmm. There's something so satifsying in being able to say "I made that". Yesterday I made Newfoundland Partridgeberry Bread - but since this is Ontario and we don't have partridgeberries, i substituted said newfie berries for cranberries.

The bread calls for the rind of one orange, and the juice of said orange. The bread is very orange-y. But it's good. It's good with tea and stuff. Dad likes it.

Father's Day was grand. I cleaned the whoooooooooooooooooooole house: dusted, vaccumed, sanitized, you name it. Main floor, laundry room, bathroom, stairs, upstairs, bedrooms, upstairs bathrooms...I went on a frenzy, and I loved it. Why? BECAUSE I CAN. I can clean now and my chest doesn't pain me, and i'm not hooked to O2, and i'm not coughing and out of breath. It's lovely, and it's those domestic moments that I love experiencing.

Um what else? They are calling for severe weather this afternoon, and it better frigging happen. There are too many times when they call for thunderstorms and they just don't happen, which is disappointing for a storm lover like myself.

Ehm........I'm back to reading An Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon and totally loving it so that's good. It's only taken me almost a year to truely get into it. But i'm glad i'm back into it!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand before I go, June 21 would've been Megs 1 year, and i can't fucking beleive she didn't make it to see it. I was speaking to her brother on FB 2 weeks ago and it really hit me that she wasn't here anymore when he said he was going to go visit her at the cemetary:( It never seizes to pain me when I hear the mention of my friends who've passed in the same sentence as 'cemetary'. Megs+cemetary=sadness. I miss you woman. And I miss our chats. A lot. We could tell eachother everything, and we could bitch at eachother, because we loved eachother enough to be mean to the other person. One of our last convos consisted of me bitching at her to get off her fat ass and get food at the grocery store and make something healthy instead of ordering food or going to a restaurant. She bitched back that she didn't have the money to go to the grocery store, to which i said, "you must, if you're going to a restaurant"...and though she was mad, she later thanked me.

Gah. Post tx life, you are both beautiful and incredibly cruel. But it still doesn't make sense that megs isn't here still going through this with me. I am again, on the Island alone. *sigh*

Anyways...here's some news that'll make you happy: nana and papa news.

Nana got a walker. She calls it "The Machine".

Over and out.