I wanted to go to Memorial Park and walk a bit. Jerry suggested we go somewhere we had never been. So we found this beautiful place just north of Houston. The traffic was ridiculous on the way there (I think Jerry was regretting that we didn’t go to Memorial Park) but once we got there, we fell in love with the place. There were pathways to flower gardens and walking trails to fountains and a turtle pond. Almost everything was labeled so we learned a little as we went along. We were surrounded by beauty and peace and stillness. What a wonderful three days we’ve had being tourists in Houston.
I wore one of my scarves when we went out. I usually don’t do that because I feel as if it’s like wearing a sign “I’ve had chemo and don’t have any hair” but I knew it was going to be hot and didn’t want the wig. And then I got brave and had Jerry take some pictures of the “real me” without the scarf. My hair IS growing in. It’s funny…white on the sides and front, dark on the top. When you color your hair you really don’t know what it really looks like unless you quit coloring it or something like this happens. It’s going to be interesting to see what I’ll look like in a month or so. For now, I’ll keep my wig and scarves.
Beautiful day. Quiet day. We had tuna noodle casserole for dinner. I know…not a typical Easter dinner. We had a wonderful salmon dinner the other night that we had planned to have for Easter but decided to have early. Anne and I were talking about childhood favorites and she mentioned tuna casserole and it sounded perfect to me…old fashioned comfort food. So I made it…First meal I’ve made since surgery. Okay, not impressive…cook the noodles, throw everything in the casserole dish and stick it in the oven until it bubbles. But as you know, I celebrate EVERY accomplishment…even the little ones are big ones in my book.