Still alive, just don't have the LJ app on my phone anymore
Is there even an LJ app that works anymore?
Anyway, I'm doing great. No sign of cancer. I have stupid-looking drab white hair now that the chemo curls are gone, but I'm in good shape: I work out four times a week and have lost twenty more pounds using Wegovy. I have an adorable grand-daughter, who I manage to see maybe once a month despite it being tax season and her living three hours away. Just bought a fully EV car. The Mass General Hospital guy figured out a reasonable fix for my eye and I can drive again. Just added a junior partner to my business with a purchase and sale in place so he will buy me out over the next ten years. My knee sucks and insists I'm too old to run, but other than that, I'm thriving.
B. retired and spends his days playing pickleball or helping me while plotting to escape to go play pickleball. He does almost 100% of the cooking and kitchen clean-up these days. I'm chained to my desk right now because it's tax season, but gradually getting more balance in my life as I figure out how to take vacations and week-ends off.
We're renovating the house on the island to make it possible for it to be our only house some day, but in the meantime the Decrepit Victorian is busier than ever, with five on-site employees and one who's mostly virtual but shows up once in a while. The "home" part of my "business use of home" is now basically one room downstairs and the second floor (which are mostly bedrooms.)
I'm planning the biggest party of my life pretty soon: it's a wedding reception for my eldest son combined with a 35th anniversary celebration for me and B (still married! still alive!) the same week-end (but on different days.) It's on the island and I'm blowing a fortune on renting homes for guests to stay in, renovating the house to be perfect, and hiring caterers (plural, for three different events), a DJ, a photographer, etc etc etc. I'm probably going to do the flowers myself, though. I like doing flowers.
There, CZ, I answered you. Just busy, not dead!
Anyway, I'm doing great. No sign of cancer. I have stupid-looking drab white hair now that the chemo curls are gone, but I'm in good shape: I work out four times a week and have lost twenty more pounds using Wegovy. I have an adorable grand-daughter, who I manage to see maybe once a month despite it being tax season and her living three hours away. Just bought a fully EV car. The Mass General Hospital guy figured out a reasonable fix for my eye and I can drive again. Just added a junior partner to my business with a purchase and sale in place so he will buy me out over the next ten years. My knee sucks and insists I'm too old to run, but other than that, I'm thriving.
B. retired and spends his days playing pickleball or helping me while plotting to escape to go play pickleball. He does almost 100% of the cooking and kitchen clean-up these days. I'm chained to my desk right now because it's tax season, but gradually getting more balance in my life as I figure out how to take vacations and week-ends off.
We're renovating the house on the island to make it possible for it to be our only house some day, but in the meantime the Decrepit Victorian is busier than ever, with five on-site employees and one who's mostly virtual but shows up once in a while. The "home" part of my "business use of home" is now basically one room downstairs and the second floor (which are mostly bedrooms.)
I'm planning the biggest party of my life pretty soon: it's a wedding reception for my eldest son combined with a 35th anniversary celebration for me and B (still married! still alive!) the same week-end (but on different days.) It's on the island and I'm blowing a fortune on renting homes for guests to stay in, renovating the house to be perfect, and hiring caterers (plural, for three different events), a DJ, a photographer, etc etc etc. I'm probably going to do the flowers myself, though. I like doing flowers.
There, CZ, I answered you. Just busy, not dead!