Friday, May 2, 2014

This week in Gila's head

Well, not totally. You really don't want to be in my head right now. But here's some of the shit swimming around there lately.

Last Saturday we had garden cleanup day. For those who don't know, there are some empty lots next to our house and for the past 5-ish years we've had a community garden. I wish I had a "before" picture because it was pretty bad, but here's the "after:"

And then yesterday the recycle dudes showed up to pick up all the yard waste:

Last Friday we went out to dinner with friends to The Table (they don't seem to have a website yet). They do everything in-house, including baking bread and desserts, and smoking meats for their charcuterie selection. (Random thought: spell check suggests "charioteer" instead of "charcuterie." Who the hell uses the word "charioteer?") We enjoyed every last bit of our meals, including dessert. Seriously, save some room.

Those who know our cat Clover know that she has short little legs, so she doesn't jump up on higher surfaces. Well, yesterday I was stunned when I heard one of the cats jump on the built-in entertainment center and assumed it was Bella but instead saw this:

I have no idea how she did this!

In cancer news, I have a surgery date, although I'm not quite ready to share that with the world, but if you ask me privately I'll tell you. Let's just say it's sooner than I thought it would be. I'll let y'all know closer to the date. I have decided to definitely do the bilateral mastectomy, so we've cancelled the MRI because there's no reason for it. Meanwhile I'm now consumed with reading breast cancer blogs and websites. I'm a new member of a club I would never have chosen. A close friend recently lost his sister to this bullshit. And today I have two friends undergoing procedures related to breast cancer. It fucking sucks. (Oh, by the way, here's my blanket apology for the increase in cursing that is bound to occur. Cancer does that. I usually try to rein in my real-life potty mouth when writing on the blog, but that will likely change. Sorry Mom, Mom-in-law, and anyone else who might cringe at the word "fuck.")

I haven't been very good about responding to comments on the blog, and I'm sorry about that, but please know that I read them all and appreciate every one.

Have a great weekend!


  1. You will get through this, sweetie! Thinking about you. And use that "bitchface" whenever you want to!

  2. Love you! And love your blog posts! Sounds like you are taking charge of your treatment and feeling confident about your plans...good for you. Hugs, kisses, squeezes, other forms of affection coming straight at ya! XO

  3. I think Clover has been pulling the wool over your eyes for a long time - cats are like that! I am with Steph - FUCK Cancer! Will see you soon - singing w/you for the June 1st Services!

  4. LOL on spell check. This person I know they call Boopsie always spell checks to biopsies. JMJ. Not one of anyone's favorite words. Healing lights and love on a continual stream to you and yours. On the eatery- whenever I see homemade bread, I swoon. I could make a meal on bread. WoMAN can live on bread alone, but with some BUTTER, too. Love you Gwen!!! Love Steph's Momma

  5. I have a cat with a rod from his ankle to his hip, and he can't jump up very high either. It astounds me when he makes a leap from the floor straight to my desk. They can do anything they put their mind to!

    I've been thinking of you. Good thoughts are constantly headed your way!

  6. I love your community garden, such a cool thing!

    Thinking about you and still sending up the prayers for you and your upcoming surgery too!


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