Froggy Went a Courtin'

Sons of the Pioneers

 

Axel & Raymond

(Gammon & Spinach)

She Flew Back

Over the years we talked about going hither & yon always limited by our aversion to flight. Lo & behold she had her nose glued to the window both coming and going. No problem! 

Somewhere West of Albuquerque

I get claustrophobic.

Pre Ceremony Session

Women have been pivotal. And this time is no different. 

Psilocybin became legal in New Mexico three days ago, on the 20th. The bureaucracy still needs to be created but we are proceeding. After more than three years of searching she has, as did all the others, shown up in the nick o'time.

The "ceremony" will be in a couple of weeks. 

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The Mimosa

Thirty some-odd years old in the shade of a large elm and two substantial cottonwoods. It's blossoms are a deep fuchsia, not the insipid, pale yellows some put out.

El Farolito

 It's open a few hours every now & then. It's in El Rito, a hamlet a few miles from Abiquiu.

Kristen on the left, Rachel, Laura then Ryan, the painting workshop leader, and Diane.

Today was a good day. I got the security cameras configured to the new router and was able to get on the roof and reinstall them.

I got the new - non-prostate-urethra aggravating - bike seat installed on the iron horse. I was only able to ride it about 150 feet but it shifts like a dream. 

I'm hoping I'll have another good day in the not too distant future when I can take it for a longer ride.

Steve, brother-in-law, bought me the bike almost a year ago. My health took a sharp nose-dive and never, until today, came back up. I keep modifying in hopes that I'll be able to use it....someday

How Long Before It's Too Much

When I asked my nurse how people decide when to use the MAID, she said when it gets to be too much; when it gets too hard to breath, or they're in a lot of pain.

The fentanyl patch gets changed every third day. It's a thin film about the size of a nickel. It goes on at a different spot each time. It suppresses most of the pain of the angina. I still take isosorbide dinitrate, PRN. My guess is that someday the combination won't work and the angina'll take over.

Fentanyl causes constipation. I have a choice of several laxatives. The trick is figuring out how much of what to take. So far I'm either on the toilet or thinking about having to get on the toilet.

Combined with the urinary urgency: the feeling that I suddenly have to pee, which arises every 20 minutes or so, I'm kept hopping.

It's discouraging when I don't make it to the pot in time. Sometimes it gets contained in the diaper sometimes it slips out.

I'd hoped the fentanyl would give me more energy but as it is, it's all I can do to get to and from the bathroom.

Maybe it'll change but it's been like this now for two weeks.

Hangnail

Fixing Up Phoebe

It was the minimalist "style" of the Bavarian personnel carriers, the Pinzgauers used at Canyon de Chelly to take tourists into the canyon that I wanted Phoebe to emulate. Any extraneous plastic got stripped off and tossed. It made working on her easier but not very salable. I mean, there just aren't that many Pinzgauer-wannabe enthusiasts looking to buy a '96 Tracker that looks (at least on the inside) sortof like a personnel carrier. 

Lucky Herrmann was checking Craigslist and found a guy in Los Angeles who has recently made himself a business selling Tracker & Samurai parts. And on top of it, he has a friend, also named Mike, in Las Cruces who may help put the pieces back together. (The door latch mechanisms are real booger-bears.)

So, we're on the way to getting Phoebe ready for her next adventure.