Currently bounce between my townhouse in Oregon (where I work) and my house in Washington. The roads are starting to be free of ice so I'm having withdrawals and get out when it's sunny. I love to cook, and am pretty good at it, a lot can be said about a man when you ask him if he can cook. If you ask, and he hitches up his "britches" (britches is usually a clue), grabs a beer, then reaches for more than a gallon of any flamable liquid (to include napalm) to start the grill. The casting of a ceremonial offering onto a funeral pyre does not really mean a person can cook. Not belittling grilling, I do know my way around a BBQ, as well as a wok, and stainless steel cookware.
Going on my third year being cancer free, next scan will tell. Every day since my last treatment I've tried to enjoy life a little more, look at things a little different. My favorite saying these days is "I guess it's all perspective". No matter how bad things are, at least you're still alive and there's almost always a way things could've been worse, right?
