June 2, 1998

If there is one thing I wish I had done when I had nary a stitch of hair on my head, it would be that I had taken some photos. Good photos. Well, we can't have everything, but we can have a grainy still shot from a video. Yes, that is me over there, freshly shaved and hopped up on a prednisone and chemo. Lovely isn't it? Kind of scary - I think! Oh well, time and hair does have a way of blurring the past.

As for the future, I am on the verge of starting my next seven year stint. You see, I have been able to track my life in seven year stretches - the first year I get into something new and learn a new skill, the second year I become fairly good at it, the third year I can be creative with it, the fourth year I add a new dimension and skill to it, the fifth year I get good at that new dimension and skill, the sixth year I get creative and am on a par with my peers, the seventh year I get bored and wonder what to do next. With each seven years I add the previous seven year's skills and as I get older it would make sense that I will have a lot of skills. I am finishing up a seventh year, and I have definitely been wondering what to do next. This is always a strange time, but I am never disappointed. I cannot say anymore.....it is part of the deal.

Hey look below, there is Botsie, the white robot Blort, and Tazzle, the flying Blort spy. They just found the triangular rock that stores the power of life, and that means that Botsie will soon be a real Blort. Wow - that makes me think that anything is possible! But.....shhhhhhhhhhh...nobody is supposed to know about the rock.