There was no entry yesterday because I had no time to write one. I got up before dawn to go with my sister Valerie and my Dad to Johns Hopkins Hospital. We left at 5:30 AM and I got home around 8:30 PM. It was a long day with a lot of doctor's appointments and a lot of travel. After the day I was too tired to write but I thought now would be a good time.
The physician's are still trying to determine which surgery to give my sister, but are leaning towards the original brain surgery that they had thought about. They should call in the next few days and let her know. The surgery will be July 7th.
One thing that kept us entertained on the trip were the cicadas. As we left Pennsylvania and crossed into the Maryland line, bugs began flying into the car. They were flying from the trees, across the highway, and into the cars. Many of them were giant! Valerie said that some of them were as large as two inches but I think some of them were larger. They looked that way to me. My dad said some of them looked the size of small birds. My dad had to periodically put on the windshield wipers to wipe the cicada juice of the windshields. They would splat against and it would sound loud like popcorn. Or chocolate pudding being thrown against the window! The strange thing is we would scream "Eww," or "Gross" and then duck. It was funny that we were ducking because it was not like the cicadas could get us through the windshield! We also heard a lot of high pitched buzzing even with the windows rolled up. It was such a strange scene seeing these thing flying all around and splattinag. It reminding me of a scene from that movie The Birds.
My sister Valerie said that it was nothing like when she had gone to Johns Hopkins with my father two days earlier. There had been so many more that the cicadas were completely coating the windshields at times that they couldnt see through the windshield at times. My dad had nearly exhausted his wiper fluid. When they got back from Baltimore my dad had to take the car somewhere to try to get the juice off.
My Dad told me that if he found out that cicadas were ok to eat he would eat one. I asked if I could quote him on that. He said yes. I told him he had better mean it, because I was going to. He said that people eat stranger things, like shrimp. He said if he found out that they were ok to eat, and knew how to cook them, he might try one.
To each his own.