Our store had the Grand Re Opening after the remodel and they gave out several grant checks to various charities.

One of them is the Akanimo Cancer Foundation [link] . The founder was here, Ikara But she lost her son to cancer and she started this foundation and named it after her son to not only support children and their families but also families who, like hers, lost their child to cancer.

It started locally and is all over the US now. It's also founded and run by a Black Woman if you want to support that . Or if you know families who need support or help

Thinking of Sumi on her birthday. In hopes that she lurks I'm sending out my wishes for a delightful day.

Oh, Brenda, that is hard stuff.

I still don't know what to do about T'day. After decades of being the host, which I loved, I gave it up a couple of years ago, for reasons. My brother can't eat, so not sure what the plans are there, but I'll find out this weekend. My BIL's BIL is an awesome chef who is hosting an hour or so north of me, and a cousin is hosting an hour south of me. Or I could go with my original plan of going off by myself somewhere. Blah.

Good news on my brother! Preface it to say that bro's list of ailments is long and daunting and if he left the mortal coil tomorrow no one would be surprised, but some hope on the immediate crisis. His biopsy showed a quite treatable form of lung cancer as opposed to an aggressive variety. Whether he will be able to withstand the treatment is another question, but at least there are options available. He also managed to go two days without losing weight so the feeding tube is doing its thing. He came over to see me at my sister's yesterday. He knows that his 3 sisters won't go to his house until he has the big political banner removed. My nephew is supposed to be taking it down.

He still went outside to smoke at my sister's house. Lung cancer didn't stop our dad either as long as he could walk. Brendon's dad died in the hospital stairwell after disconnecting himself from his oxygen and IVs to go have a cigarette. I'm truly grateful that I was able to quit about 40 years ago without any serious difficulty. Addiction sucks.

Brenda, that is definitely whiplash!

Laura, glad there's some tentative good news for your brother.

Every year, Tim and his brothers get together make his mom's fruitcake recipe because they love it so much (my understanding is that, if you like fruitcake, that recipe is very very good; I just don't care for fruitcake). They're doing that after work today, while I go with my SiLs to get pedicures, because we always sit out the fruitcake process. And then I think we're ordering a mess of Chinese food.

That sounds like fun, Steph. I Iike good fruit cake, so I bet I'd be a fan. My mom used to order this fruitcake made by monks. Don't know where she heard about it, but it was goooood. If you like that kind of thing.

Brenda, how awful for C. Sending good wishes J's way.

Laura, whatever you decide, I hope you enjoy T-Day. I'm glad your brother is getting some good news.

Happy Birthday, Sumi!

I'm at the orthodontist waiting for them to cut an errant wire that is errant because a bracket broke. They can't fix the bracket until next Wed., but they are going to snip pokey wire, because, ow.

Every year, Tim and his brothers get together make his mom's fruitcake recipe because they love it so much (my understanding is that, if you like fruitcake, that recipe is very very good; I just don't care for fruitcake).

This reminds me that I need to survey my Jamaican friends and see whose mom has made a nice rum cake for the holidays. That stuff is super yum.

Errant wires are not a good thing.

There is so much on my list and I am so dysfunctional. Ugh. What should be on top of that list is my health, and I haven't done my PT or any exercise since I left NY. And the diet has been on 2 days, off 1, or a really shitty maintenance plan instead of losing the damn weight so you can walk normal plan. It should be fairly easy to stay on track while I am at my sister's place for a few days. If I can get back into a zone for a week I should be good.

Laura, that’s so tough. I’m glad there’s some progress with your brother, but not surprised that the habits of a lifetime are still driving

Going off on my own sounds like an excellent plan, Around here, it’ll just be me and my sister anyway I think. I’m not inclined to argue about plans with my brother and his wife, who are back into their “ Can’t mention anything about Russia or Ukraine without setting off a shit storm” mode. Like, for real. My sister posted a piece from Rebecca Solnit that vaguely mentioned Soviet Russia simply as a case where people endured and kept hope alive and they both flipped out. Wouldn’t explain their issue, except to say it’s “complicated’ and we could discuss it privately. Yeah, fucking miss me with that. I officially do not care.

And happier news I just heard from J’s husband that Elliot was born at 7 o’clock this morning. Yay for baby Elliot!

Spoiler fonting for very different pregnancy news

Just wanted to say how much I appreciated the spoiler font (I did not highlight to read, and was grateful to have that option).

What should be on top of that list is my health, and I haven't done my PT or any exercise since I left NY. And the diet has been on 2 days, off 1, or a really shitty maintenance plan instead of losing the damn weight so you can walk normal plan.

I lost 5 pounds in September when I was sick with the flu (total is just shy of -20 pounds since I started), and then I haven't lost a bit since then, and I am so frustrated. I haven't gained anything back, so that's good, and my measurements keep going down (4 inches off my bust, 3 inches off my waist, and 3 inches off my hips, since April).* So stuff is happening, just not on the scale, so I guess I'll stick with what I'm doing. Although I still am going to eat a mountain of greasy Chinese food tonight.

*(My loss is all the Covid weight gain, so far. In fact, my pre-Covid jeans still don't fit comfortably, although I can button and zip them, but then I am squished. And my post-Covid jeans fall entirely off me when they're buttoned and zipped. I'm not buying any more in-between jeans, so it's either going to be skirts and tights for me, or yoga pants everywhere. And I am 99% yoga pants, because Trump won and nothing means anything anymore.)

Having greasy Chinese leftovers for lunch now AIFG.

What should be on top of that list is my health, and I haven't done my PT or any exercise since I left NY. And the diet has been on 2 days, off 1, or a really shitty maintenance plan instead of losing the damn weight so you can walk normal plan.

If it's any consolation, this inspired me to get up and go running for only the second time this week, and when I got back I dug out the sink, did the dishes and wiped down the counters and took out the trash.

Which is pretty good because I was in a total unproductive funk yesterday.

So feel free (or not) to accept my encouraging nudge to go move your body tomorrow.

I will shower any and all with praise who manage to get their bodies moving, taking some steps or just getting some fresh air.

I have paid for Matilda's Semester Abroad in Kyoto and that's getting real. She has to take a quiz to see how much of the Japanese alphabet she can identify. (Answer: zero. But that's okay, you can come in as a complete beginner on this program.)