Done, Dotted And Dusted
31 October 2017 | Tipperary Waters Marina
Monday 16 October 2017
Just because aft aircon hadn't been cleaned in ten years and we're living in a mud pit seem hardly reasons it took a dozen flushings, two with hydrochloric acid, to remove vast quantities of mud and scale to make it operative. The fan still overheats and shuts down occasionally, but we nearly froze our cha chas off overnight... yes! Today, the saloon AC, which still cools much of the time, was to get the business, however various delaying tactics were employed to great success. If we return home in time tomorrow from weekly poisoning... I mean who knows, but crikey what's the panic, the thing is still working, right? Subsequent plan is to shut off clamorous window unit, but leave in place for emergencies. Hope is that as wet season finally establishes in November with clouds and rain, lower water temperatures will reduce strain on built-in guys making them, and consequently us, happier.
Having prodigality (a real word) issues with internet data this month have curtailed usage until tomorrow when new plan launches with twenty additional gig. At seventy it's the biggest plan available and if insufficient may occasion more patronage of Coffee Club with its cappuccinos, muffins and free web and less time on boat pretending to work. Sacrifices must be made.
We are now possessed with and of Game of Thrones season seven. Hoping mother of dragons and the dwarf kick some serious butt, especially the one attached to mother of psychos, Cersei. Jaime should ditch the bitch. May watch first episode tonight, but don't want to miss David Attenborough's "Planet Earth" at 1930ish - TV shows in Australia begin and end at odd, incorrectly published and unpredictable times. Besides the dismal quality of most content this is apparently to discourage any serendipitous entertainment. Perhaps it's a scheme by government sociologists to force more interpersonal interaction. Swarms of babies infesting every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in the area bespeaks success.
- Some days later... OK, Halloween
In addition to the increasing, if minimal, boat work (regrettably all parts for Panda generator and Maxwell windlass have arrived, so excessive (some or any) exertions loom), anticipation of excursions away from our involuntary home for the past 10 months and endemic laying about to sop up discretionary time, there has been little recently that stimulates recording into this journal, so it will cease for awhile.
Before the indefinite, possibly short - depending on whether or not inspiration rears its ugly head, hiatus from further emanations of twaddle, herewith is an update on Jan's progress. She had the last chemo treatment today. Having done remarkably well this past six months she anticipates all symptoms excluding peripheral neuropathy to recede over the next several weeks. Typical nerve pain from Paclitaxel, since it began so late in treatment, will probably increase for a few months then slowly get better. After a CAT scan she was tattooed to accurately aim impending death rays. Hoping for bunnies or unicorns she had to settle for two dots. One more Herceptin on Tuesday and we're off to Tasmania for a week and a half. Taa.