From Last week:

Written during late February:
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Blame it all on Lee: The reason I'm not caught up on my blog. Beloved daughter got enthralled by a book that could only be read on my iPad.  So, my pink beauty (we have a pink rubber cover to protect this marvel of technology.  It is the first pink anything I can think of owning. Am I getting girly now that I'm about to loose my breasts?). Anyway, back to forking out blame illogically: it was Her.

I have no idea how much I wrote about last week. It was a Big Bang week, which means " the big chemo".  Actually, it went better because I took enough meds to get through the nausea issue unscathed.  Still tired/lazy enough to spend Thurs and Friday in bed.  Poor Nancy.  The highlight of her day was taking Jimmi Hendrix for a walk.  Needless to say, she met more people in the space of a few days than I have in 12 years of living here.

Friday night:
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We had friends from Miami for supper, Adam came home about midnight and Nancy left at 4am.  I hate goodbyes, so will not dwell on that.

I have the most hilarious mail from Myra (aunty, for those not in the know).
First, a large envelope arrived address in her beautiful hand printing to:
Master Jimmi Hendrix.  A few days later, a large parcel with a bright pink bell inside.  In case anyone I know is pleb enough not to realise that one rings the bell for service - possibly a South African thing of the past, but I am sure still practiced in fancier realms than the one I have inhabited since leaving childhood. Reuven, this is a joke.

Reuven is highly insulted because I made a comment about his nutritional expertise / interest.  I hope everyone realises that my fingers write this blog and it has nothing to do with  thoughts or my brain, which is quite empty anyway.

I am thoroughly enjoying wearing a doek / shmatte on my head.  I always wanted to wear a scarf head covering, but it has so many associations at least and would give the appearance of an inappropriate attitude.  But now, I can indulge my whims.  I don't know whether the wig will ever get off it's stand.

Did part o the Silva course on Sat and Sunday.  I am a firm believer in it'sefficacy.  Anyone who wants to know about it can ask me, but I won't bore any other potential readers of my blog.

That is a surprise in itself ie that there is anyone out there ready and willing to type in brendaginsberg.blogspot.com    Wow!!! It's a lot of letters. Thank you.

There is a virus / tummy bug going around.  If anyone is nauseous, it ain't from what you ate, nor your birth-controle pills.  Take Imodium if it gets bad and avoid milk products for a day or so.  I have a question: when they say "dairy", do they mean milk products only or, eggs too??

Had a lovely walk in the Japanese Morikami Gardens with my cousin, Melany, who is visiting her parents in Palm Beach.  The wearther was perfect considering that this is Florida.  The paths are sensibly and subtly laid out with lots of shade, so that you don't faint as soon as you leave the a/c.  Magnificent bonsai trees - most interestingly displayed with little plaques telling you who the artist-gardner was who created them, and, in what year. So, while they are tiny trees, they might be over 40 years old.  Ther is a also a restaurant at the museum which serves beautifully presented, delicious food.  Japanese-sized portions, which might be good for 99% of people, but not the large of appetite and definately not when on steroids.

For my sins, I have begun my accounting - the ultimate bane of my life.  Perhaps, the idea is to be rich enough to have a full-time book-keeper.  I will have to work on that.

I am going to watch a movie with a cup of ginger tea.  Not chancing the dairy yet.