I don't know, but I've been told...

     

...everybody wants a hand to hold. I've got several plus some paws so should be good.



pickle ballers

looking down airstrip from pickle end

court - planes seem to come in this way mostly

establishing shot of court

looking the other way - down strip from court

four rvs, evidence of various projects - pickle end of Porter District and field

fire wood factory across street from rv guys

airplane skeleton

special mushroom - consumption may lead to visions of future of District

    Featured this week - a photoessay on Pickle Ball and the rise of the Porter District.

    Actually had a lesson in PB from tall fellow in a black jumpsuit. Very good time, got a feel for ball action which is quite different from say tennis ball. Learned to stay out of the "kitchen" and did not learn the scoring which was beyond complex. Have another lesson at Parks and Rec (at the old middle school main gym where some decades ago I played my first game!!) sometime soon and then the long climb to national competition culminating in the international championships in Kyiv in the Fall.

Medical notes - 

    As mentioned biopsy confirmed continued existence of tumor more or less in the same region as the original. 3.5 hour infusion at SCCA downtown once every three weeks; had first couple days ago. No real side effects yet although hair loss is virtually certain; ordered fake beard from amazon, $32.95 with shipping - glue extra.  Got nice long acting morphine pills and can use oxy for breakthroughs. Check efficacy of chemo after a couple of sessions.

Hoping to make it to Kyiv. 

this one - from CliCling - real hair, hand woven


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