I had a scare the past two mornings. Yesterday, I noticed when I was in a darker area of the house what appeared to be flashes of light. At first, I thought it was heat lightning. The flashes eventually went away but when I awoke yesterday, I had a glowing ball of light with a hole in it blocking the vision in my right eye. That eventually went away also.
This morning, the ball of light was back and worse, when on my walk, I stopped to talk to a neighbor and her face was obscured by the light. When I got home I called my ophthalmologist. Fortunately, he answered my phone call and told me to come in immediately. They are open on Sunday since the doctors are mostly observant Jews and are not open on the Sabbath. I was so glad he could see me.
For the last three or four years, he’s told me my vitreous humor was shrinking. It’s going from a jelly stage to a liquid stage – due to old age. The vitreous humor is found in the eye cavity between the lens and the retina and serves to hold the retina in place as well as bend light. As it began to shrink, it began pulling on the retina. If it pulled away incorrectly, it could lead to a detached retina. I was down to one sticking point of the vitreous humor on the retina.
He basically told me I have pulled the vitreous humor away from the retina and there is no danger of retinal detachment. I’ll still see some flashes of light for a few days and the big ball of light will be with me for about a month or more but will eventually go away. It was a real scare and I got lucky when the humor pulled away. That means my trip is still a go.
I recently had a close up photo of a night blooming Cereus. At the time, there was only one bloom open. Today is a different story.
This one is packed with blooms
You can see three bees pollinating this flower.
I really enjoy my morning walks (light balls excepted) and always find something new to look at. It was 80°F and 92% humidity. I did the short walk this morning for 0.9 miles.
I know you’ve been waiting to read about my exciting day cleaning house, washing clothes, drying clothes and folding clothes. The excitement began to build after my 1.45 mile walk along Riverland. I was so early on my walk that for the first 10 minutes, only one car came down the road. It was 78°F with 90% humidity. We’re building up heat for our first tropical storm/hurricane in the Caribbean. I hope Beryl stays away.
Yesterday, I took a nap that turned out to be the best nap I’ve ever had. I was out for around 1 1/2 hours but waked refreshed, relaxed and ready for anything. I’ve never had a nap so peaceful. You’d think that I wouldn’t sleep that night but I did. I attribute that to my energy level today. I’ll be forever chasing that nap experience again.
I finally got done with the clothes and then spent some time on the phone catching up with friends. I’m still adjusting to the fact that I no longer am on chemotherapy. Well, at least not infusion therapy. I take enough pills to still consider it chemo but at least I don’t have to go in for the infusion any more.
I’m getting excited about the trip. I need to pull the suitcase down and start packing and also put together my day pack in case I feel up to hiking. As usual, I’ll overpack but the Jeep can take it.
I had groceries delivered from Whole Foods – mostly fruit. Lately, I’ve been eating vegetarian for some reason. It’s partly that hamburgers don’t taste good to me any more. I seem to have had a drastic shift in taste buds.
It’s time to go pee on a ketone strip. Stay tuned!
When adults were explaining where babies came from to young kids, the most common refrain was “The stork brought you.” If you had a particular creative adult, you might hear the expression “You fell off a turnip truck.” I can’t attest that I didn’t fall off a turnip truck but I surely do like turnips. I left you yesterday with a turnip recipe.
The dish turned out pretty good. The Dijon mustard gave the cubes a little tang and the lemon juice brightened the taste. However, I must admit, I prefer them raw. As a matter of fact, while reading this afternoon I ate the second turnip, cubed as before sans any cooking or dressing.
When teaching, I used to do turnips as a substitution to carrots for a snack. I would get tired of chewing carrots and turnips were softer and milder in taste. However, I’m sure people steered away from me because of bad breath and a small gas leak.
I started the morning attempting to do the Riverland Road stretch and got about a quarter of the way when my ankle started to bother me. I turned around and headed home. By the time I got home, the ankle was fine but I could just see me about half way on the walk having to call an Uber to get back home.
After my Cheerios and coffee, I headed out to clean the pool strainer and pool filter. It wasn’t too dirty this time. Sometimes it takes longer when the vacuum picks up more material. It takes about 20 minutes to clean the filter and about 45 minutes to do the rest of the pool maintenance. After that, it was spraying for weeds.
I puttered around the house until time for my 1:45 blood draw at Hollywood Memorial. I walked into the outpatient center and they took me in right away. The phlebotomist was pretty good and hit the vein on first try on my hand. For some reason, the veins on my hand look “juicy” to them.
I stopped on my way home at Publix and picked up my Cymbalta. Yesterday, I picked up the Jardiance at Walgreens and she charged my card for $47+. I got to thinking that was a little high and thought I would check GoodRx. The lowest price was Walmart for $595 and the highest was at Publix at $638. I’ll stick with Walgreens $47.
My shipmate on the CGC Reliance, Jim, instant messaged me on Facebook that the VA Pact Act has now recognized male breast cancer as a presumed service related condition. Jim has been recognized by the VA to have been exposed to toxic materials while on duty. He thinks since he has been, I would be too. He said if Congress adds cutters then we will be able to file. I have no idea what the benefits will be but I’ll probably file.
As a radioman, I mentioned that in the Coast Guard, I had to be able to stand any watch on the ship, including engine room. That also meant that any time the ship needed scraping and painting I had to help out with that. We used a needle gun to blast the paint off and then we used a red colored rust guard as a primer. All of that was probably toxic. Apparently the Commandant in charge of Environment has already said the Reliance had toxic asbestos and paint. The VA website says that the average number of days waiting for completion on claims is 166 days. Thanks Jim for calling this to my attention.
June seems to have flown by. For some reason, the state of Florida deposited my retirement check a day early. No complaints.
My day started at 6:30 am when I managed a 1.1 mile walk in the neighborhood. The temp wasn’t too bad and it was a gorgeous morning. After getting back to the house, I had my Cheerios and coffee.
I really debated whether to do yoga and do laps in the pool. I then thought about Shannon giving me a workout at physical therapy and I decided no. I was glad I didn’t. She put me through my paces and I was really tired. You have to show progress or insurance will not pay for sessions so she did some testing on me and came to the conclusion I was progressing. I’ll wait 3 months and then make a decision as to whether to do more physical therapy.
Just before leaving from my last physical therapy session, I called Shannon aside and told her to tell everyone not to bring lunch tomorrow. I provided lunch for the Cancer Center and for the Infusion Center and I would have felt guilty not to do something for Andrea, Carlos, Vanessa, and Shannon. They really take good care of you.
From there, I headed to Winn-Dixie to pick up some cream cheese, cucumbers and fresh dill. Catherine is having a Fourth of July party and I need to bring an appetizer. I thought cucumber sandwiches would be appropriate. I couldn’t find the cucumbers and when I asked an employee about them she said no. I later found them.
I then went over to Walgreens to pick up yet another prescription. After pulling out from their drive through, I realized Winn-Dixie didn’t have the dill but Whole Foods probably would. I headed over there, got the dill and some white bread. Those cucumber sandwiches really taste better on white bread.
On one of my shopping trips, I purchased three large turnips. I knew I needed to do something with them and I wanted something besides boiling them. I found a recipe on the web where you make kind of a dressing from olive oil, Dijon mustard, fresh lemon juice, thyme and rosemary and salt. You toss cubed turnip in that and spread them on a baking sheet and roast for 20 minutes at 400°F, turn them and roast for an additional 10 minutes. I hope it turns out well.
Tomorrow afternoon is a blood draw for Dr. Tepper. I’ve scheduled it at Hollywood Memorial because I know the place and it makes life easier to have the blood draw from the same hospital to which he is affiliated.
I also scheduled the removal of the port today. It’s scheduled for August 5th. Hopefully the removal will not be as painful as the insertion. I have to go in fasting for some reason.
No doctors’ appointments, no infusions, no blood draws, no scans, no physical therapy, nada, nil, negatory. It’s a free day! There are still some coming down the pike and, of course, doctors will continue to make appointments for you until you die but a little respite is nice.
I managed 1.3 miles this morning. The temperature was a very nice 76°F but the humidity was a very drippy 94%. I managed the walk pretty well and I feel like I’m getting some strength back in my legs. I want to build my stamina enough to do a little hiking on my trip.
Speaking of the trip, I’m getting excited about it. I’ve never done a trip composed entirely of inns and B&B’s. My usual routine is lodges, motels, and camping. I may get so use to pampering that I cut out the motels and camping. I still love to stay in old lodges.
Some of the most famous (and beautiful) lodges I’ve stayed in are the Old Faithful Inn at Yellowstone, the Awanee (thankfully we can go back to the original name) at Yosemite, the Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel in Yellowstone and the Crater Lake Lodge at Crater Lake. I love the architecture and the idea that you could not build a lodge of their caliber today for any amount of money because simply, some of the timbers are not available. The only possible exception is the Awanee which is concrete made to look like wood.
My family was a traveling family. My parents would drive from Havre de Grasse, Maryland to Morton, Mississippi with stops along the way. My grandmother on my mother’s side loved to get in her car and drive with me riding shotgun. She took me to places in and around our home town and surrounding towns, to the Mississippi Gulf Coast, and our family pretty much always went to the Smokies. Have caravan and we would travel to see the sights. I sincerely think I learned as much on those trips as I did in any classroom.
One time on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, my grandmother wasn’t feeling well so she sent me off on my own with money to get dinner for me. I walked across the sky bridge from our hotel to the attached fancy restaurant across the street. I was all of 8 or 9 years old. I acted like an adult, was seated, presented a menu and ordered something that seemed familiar, an open face roast beef sandwich. It seemed within my price range. I only saw the roast beef part of the sandwich and had no idea what an open face meant. I learned that night, learned it was delicious, and it became a staple in my menu when dining out. I probably didn’t know enough to leave a tip but knew how to pay for the dinner. I got a little older and wiser that night.
You learn so much on every trip. Don’t always believe the GPS. Green nozzles at the pump probably mean diesel. Shell diesel nozzles are often only for transfer trucks. Whatever time estimate the GPS has, always add 30 minutes or more. The strangest places have traffic jams. Never get behind someone with a Quebec car tag. Travel is so broadening. As Mark Twain would say “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.” Hopefully you’ll follow my travels starting July 7th!
Congratulations to the Florida Panthers for winning the Stanley Cup! What a feat! 🏒🏆
Yesterday at physical therapy, Shannon cut me loose. She said stop for 3 months and if I need it, see my primary care physician and get another prescription for physical therapy. Honestly, I have no idea if it helped but it certainly didn’t hurt and gave me a chance to build up a little endurance.
Jim and Holley picked me up around 5:30 to head to the Secret Garden just off the beach. As always, we stopped in the lobby and had cocktails.
It’s a very cozy lobby and I’ve been in here when the fireplace is going. Unfortunately, there was no harpist last night.
With the rain clouds, we didn’t know if we would be sitting inside or outside. Outside on the intracoastal is always preferred. We took a chance on outside dining.
We drooled over the yachts and multimillion dollar homes across the way.
When we go to the Secret Garden, we always ask for Yelena. She’s been there for several years and we now consider her family.
Yelena and Fred
She’s outgoing, fun, and she puts up with us. Let’s face it, we can get a little rowdy sometimes.
Holly told Yelena about my blog and Yelena volunteered to be interviewed. I plan to get in touch with her and figure out the best way to do that. Look forward to it sometime soon.
I haven’t been drinking lately. For several months. The only time I really do is if someone is driving and we go to a restaurant or movie night with Chris. I don’t know what happened to me last night but I overdid it. I had a martini when we sat in the lobby. I had a glass of wine with dinner, half a glass of champagne with dessert and Elena comped up some Limoncello.
After I got home I knew I was in trouble. I always know when I’m about to vomit because my mouth begins to water. I made it to the toilet and bowed to the thunder jug. After twice making my sacrifice, I made it back to bed and finally got to sleep. I haven’t done that in years and I hope to not do that again in years. I didn’t really drink any more than I usually do at the Secret Garden but maybe I just wasn’t used to alcohol any more. \
Today I headed for a meeting with my oncologist. The front desk heaped praise on me for providing the food last week. Then they sent back to the infusion center. The infusion center didn’t know what to do with me since I wasn’t scheduled for one. Finally Pat took me around to the offices and we got everything figured out.
At first, Dr. Velez misread my chart and thought my left ventricle ejection fraction had recovered to 62% (almost normal) until I told him the last MUGA scan was 40%. The long and short of it is there isn’t really any other good option for me other than Herceptin. However, he agrees with my cardiologist to stop the Herceptin treatments for good. I’m done with chemotherapy! 🥂👏🏻🌈
I’ll still have echocardiograms to check whether or not my heart recovers and I’ll follow up appointments with Dr. Velez for every 3 months, then eventually 6 months and finally yearly appointments. They’ll also continue to do the Signatera tests. He’s scheduled the next echocardiogram for August and also the removal of my port in August.
Before I left, I went and hugged Pat goodby. More often than not, she was my nurse. I also left a full bag of Tootsie Roll mini’s at the nurses station and also with the front desk. From now on, it’s checkups!
Yesterday morning was a leisurely morning. I nursed two cups of coffee and the LA Times Crossword for Sunday. I almost got it finished and lacked only a couple of answers.
Around 12:30 I headed to brunch with Tom and Kurt. We met at Apt9f in Wilton Manors. As I was walking to the restaurant, I saw Tom who was moving his vehicle a little closer to the curb. He told me Kurt was sitting inside on a couch.
This place was very busy! There were numerous staff running in and out of the restaurant carrying food to those inside and on the sidewalk tables. Kurt and I had an excellent view of all the goings on by sitting on the couch.
The bar at Apt9f.
Every so often a woman would pass by and I kept looking at her thinking I knew her. Tom had told me his friend Carol, who owned the restaurant, had made sure he got reservations for today. The more I looked, the more I realized it was the same Carol that was executive director of the Gay and Lesbian Community Center (GLCC) when I was at Stonewall Library (in the same building) years ago. Carol was a go getter and was probably the best executive director they’ve had. She left the GLCC, started a bar in Wilton Manors, sold it, moved to New York, and now is back in town with Apt9f.
I caught her attention and she came over and I re-introduced myself to her and how I knew her. She then told the tale of when she moved back down here some people new to Wilton Manors told her she should think about getting involved with the GLCC. We both laughed.
The food and service (even though the place was chaotic) was excellent. I had prosciutto Benedict which came with a really tasty side salad. The hollandaise was perfect and despite the number of people, the eggs were warm and cooked to perfection.
I brought Tom and Kurt four slices of triple chocolate bundt cake from home they had sampled at Holley and Jim’s. I told them I would save them some because they were leaving the next day on a cruise. I think they were surprised I had frozen the slices for them. I also included four blueberry sour cream muffins.
Tom and Kurt generously paid for my meal again. It must have been the triple chocolate bundt cake.
This morning was my bone density scan. It took all of 8 minutes. I asked Karen, the technician, what the system was. I didn’t think x-ray because she stayed isn the room with me. It is an x-ray but the dosage is so slight, all she has to do is move a portable lead shield in front of her. I should get the results early this week. Karen was great.
After the bone density scan, I stopped at a nearby Publix and stocked up on, of all things, candy. You’d think it was Halloween. I purchased four bags of Tootsie Roll minis, a bag of Snickers minis and a family pack of M&M’s. Oh yeah, bananas, grapes, and milk. Actually, I’ll take a couple of bags of Tootsie Rolls in tomorrow for my oncologist visit and leave them with the nurses. That may be the last time I see them since my infusions may be over.
After storing the groceries, it was time for physical therapy with Shannon. As I circled the block and came into the lot to park, I noticed a police car had arrived and an officer was talking to a man at the entrance of the building. Eventually, both left and I got out and went in.
Apparently, the physical therapists and secretaries often have homeless people come up to the building and create a nuisance. In this case, the guy was wearing hospital scrubs without any back in them and he kept flashing them his naked butt. They call the police, they come, chase off the homeless guys and then it’s rinse and repeat. I asked about Holy Cross stationing a guard there and it’s the consensus that they’d only do that after some really severe incident occurred.
That happened years ago at Broward College South Campus. The book store, albeit small, got a lot of action and a lot of the purchases back then were in cash. Faculty kept telling the administration that they needed a guard at the place, that someone was going to get killed during a robbery.
Sure enough, the manager of the book store was opening early one morning when one of his employees and a friend pushed him inside and made him open the safe. Once open, they took the money and then realized the manager could identify the employee. He was killed by the employee for not very much money since the money was usually deposited at the end of the day.
Sadly, a lot of deadly things have to occur before anyone takes action.
On a more positive note, Jim and Holley are picking me up around 5:30 for dinner at the Secret Garden. It was definitely threatening rain and I figure we may have to sit inside but at the moment, the skies are rain free so we may get to sit outside along the intracoastal.
I got a good 8 hours of sleep last night and got out of bed around 6:30 to do a morning walk of 0.9 miles. It still tires me out but I need to build that up significantly for my trip on July 7th.
I managed to dodge the rain showers. As soon as I got home it started to sprinkle. Yesterday afternoon and evening we had quite a bit of lightning and thunder in the distance and then we finally got some showers later that night. We are well on our way into the rainy season.
While on the walk this morning, I noticed one of the houses had a night blooming cereus in bloom. Either it didn’t know how to tell time or it was – wait for it – a late bloomer.
Night Blooming Cereus
I have no idea as to the genus or species. There are as many as 10 genera that are commonly called night blooming cereus. It’s a beautiful flower that gradually opens during the night and when fully open has a heady perfume smell.
I had a large one in my back yard and I stayed up all one night to film the opening. I wasn’t too sharp the next day in the classroom.
Yesterday, I felt good enough to do a little baking. There was a recipe I found in The New York Times (I think) Blueberry Sour Cream Muffins. I had some blueberries that I needed to use and the sour cream. They worked out pretty well.
They aren’t very sweet. The recipe also called for lemon zest so they were a little tart and tangy. I stored some in the freezer and kept some out for noshing.
The recipe is found down below.
I’ve got lunch today with Tom and Kurt at 1 pm and then the Secret Garden with Jim and Holley on Monday. Good food and good companionship!
Stay tuned!
Blueberry Sour Cream Muffins
Makes 12 muffins
Tender, airy, rich, tangy and just sweet enough, these blueberry muffins are great in the morning paired with a hot cup of coffee while you read your favorite novel. They’re also good anytime of the day. If you’re wondering if the batter should be thick like cookie dough, yes it should. If you’re wondering if you can use frozen blueberries instead of fresh, yes you can, just be sure to thoroughly rinse them under cold water until it becomes clear, unless you want the whole muffin to turn purple like the know-it-all character who turns into a giant blueberry in “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. If you don’t have demerara sugar for the top, granulated sugar works as well.
2 ½ cups (300 grams) all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
¾ teaspoon Diamond Crystal kosher salt
¼ teaspoon baking soda
Finely grated zest from 2 lemons
1 stick unsalted butter, at room temperature
¾ cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
½ cup full fat sour cream or yogurt
12 ounces fresh blueberries or thawed and well-rinsed frozen blueberries
Demerara sugar, for topping the muffins, optional
Adjust oven rack to middle position and preheat to 350 degrees. Prepare a nonstick or aluminum muffin pan by greasing lightly or lining with paper liners. In a bowl, whisk flour, baking powder, salt, baking soda and lemon zest, then set aside.
In a large bowl, beat the butter and sugar over medium speed with a hand-held or stand mixer until light and airy, scraping down sides as you need to. Incorporate 1 egg and then the other egg, and once incorporated stir in the sour cream and mix well, scraping down the sides again if needed.
On low speed, add the dry ingredients in batches, until you have a batter the consistency of cookie dough.
In each well of the muffin pan, add a heaping tablespoon of the batter. Then fold the blueberries into the remaining batter. Top each muffin well evenly with the blueberry muffin batter. Sprinkle the demerara sugar over the top and then bake until puffed, firm and lightly golden, about 25 minutes.
Two days in a row! My energy is good and I feel good. Of course, after washing, drying and folding clothes, changing bed linens, vacuuming the floors, mopping the kitchen floors, and cleaning the tub, basin and toilet, I’m tired. But it’s a good tired.
From a phone call from my cousin Jo, an email from cousin Jimmie and a phone call from Judith and a text from Holley and Jim, I must have made the right decision to go on this trip. Everyone has been encouraging that it’s the right thing to do – get away from doctors, tests, infusions, etc. and get back into the woods, even if I have to drive up to them and look at them from the jeep.
Here’s my itinerary. Feel free to show up for any or all of the stops and keep me company. Just under the name of the inn is the drive time. Click on highlighted areas to see the inns or rooms.
7/17/2024-7/19/2024 Hawley to The Richard Johnston Inn 5h 21m 2 nights 711 Caroline Street 528 Caroline Street Fredericksburg, VA 2240 504-899-7606 The Virginian
7/19/2024-7/22/2024 Fredericksburg to Greensboro 3h 52m 3 nights
Of course, with any trip, the biggest pain in the butt is putting together the medications for the trip. I’ll have 34 packets of pills, 17 for mornings and 17 for afternoons.
Dumb me, I didn’t realize the Lyrica I was taking was 2 pills a day. Every pill except that one and Metformin are 1 pill a day. I’ve been on Lyrica for a month and half dosing myself. Ah! Senility, thy name is Fred.
I’ve already started looking for short hikes I can take. Someone may find me dead in the woods but that’s the way I want to go. I should be able to make some mile loops and I’ve read there are some waterfalls close to roads without having to hike down 3 miles and then back up three miles. Can you tell I’m excited?
What a difference a day makes! I slept late this morning but after getting out of bed, I felt good for the first time in over a month. I had energy to clean the pool trap and filter, hose down the patio and kill weeds. Of course, I’m exhausted now. I’ll take the exhaustion if I can feel the energy and feel like I’m not coming down with some malaise.
I’ve been waiting for the next shoe to drop. It seems like there is something that happens just as things start to get better – like Murphy’s Law. I decided I needed to get out of a rut. It’s pretty deep, so I’m getting out of town again.
I’ve scheduled a 17 day trip from Florida to Pennsylvania with stops in South Carolina, North Carolina, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Virginia and Georgia. A few years ago I stayed at a B&B in Georgia that was a member of Select Registry which supposedly has criteria to be included in their list of inns and hotels. I decided to try to stay at inns that were members of the organization. I was amazed to find vacancies at every place I looked for Select Registry Inns.
First up is Black Dolphin Inn in New Smyrna Beach, Florida for two nights. I figure two nights gives me enough time to do a little sight seeing in the area.
From New Smyrna I head to Camden, SC to stay two nights at Four Oaks Inn. Camden is close to Congaree National Park but I’ve been there. I explore the area around Camden.
From Camden, I head to Banner Elk to stay at the Lodge at Riverside Run for two nights. One year I had intended to camp out at a campground in Banner Elk but had to change plans due to a conflict with a friend’s schedule.
From Banner Elk, I head to Saint Michaels, Maryland for a stay at the Waterfront Hambleton Inn. I’ve passed through Maryland for a couple of times and as a kid lived in Havre de Grasse when Dad was in the military. Maybe I’ll have some time to see some old stomping grounds.
From Saint Michaels, I head to Hawley, Pennsylvania to stay at the Ledges Hotel. I’m really looking forward to staying at this facility since it has its own waterfall on the property. Actually, the whole trip is based on getting to stay in this inn.
From Hawley, I head to Fredericksburg, Virginia to stay at the Richard Johnston Inn. I passed through Fredericksburg a few years ago and wanted to stop but didn’t have time. It’s such a historical city.
From Fredericksburg, I head to spend three days with my cousin in Greensboro. We always find something to do and never seem to get tired of catching up with each other.
From Greensboro, I head to Savannah to stay at The Inn on West Liberty. Savannah is a natural stopping point for me on the way home and with two nights there I figure I can see a little more of the historical area of town.
All these inn name their rooms. Some are really cute: Superior Coastal Room at Black Dolphin Inn; The Steeplechase Suite at Four Oaks; the Rainbow Trout Room at the Lodge at River Run; the Danielle Purple Royal Suite at Waterfront Hambleton Inn; a Deluxe One Bedroom Suite at the Ledges Hotel (with a spiral staircase); the Virginian at the Richard Johnston Inn; and the Wright Square Room at the Inn on West Liberty.
This is going to be a very expensive trip. The cheapest room is $358 for two nights at the Black Dolphin Inn to $1177 for two nights at the Waterfront Hambleton Inn. Most have cancellation polices that are typical but one inn is so small they do not refund any money after a certain date unless they can fill the room with someone else.
This trip is totally spur of the moment. I happened to look at my calendar and found some space in July. I’m tired of doctors’ appointments, tests, blood draws, MUGA scans, and everything else that’s happened to me lately. I’ll post the itinerary next blog and invite anyone to join me anywhere along the trip.
