Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Mary Katherine Ray

I met M.K. in the 90s when I joined her in her efforts to stop trapping in New Mexico. I attended a couple of Game Commission meetings, wrote letters to bureaucrats and, after 20 years, reveled with M.K. in her success.

Then, last year sometime, out of the blue came the urge to contact her. Over the months it evolved into a regular correspondence.

After graduating from college with a degree in chemistry, Mary Katherine married her high school biology teacher. For the next several decades she taught chemistry two doors away from her husband. Rayburn died this past December 25th at age 94. M.K. just turned 67. 

In a rare moment of sharing, I'm posting this letter to show her wonderful response to my description of the angina wrangle a few days ago. No gratuitous sympathy, no accusations of attempts to solicit obsequious condolences, just a heartfelt, pragmatic expression of "Wouldn't it be great to die looking at the sky?!" and a kind aside hoping I'm doing better. A true friend!

An amazing artist, she has done scrimshaw and paints in pastels.


Pastel











I am glad to hear from you Michael! I think, yes, things are going about  as well as could be expected.

   It is indeed strangely warm, then cold again, and now the wind is coming. Wood cutter Carl also mows grass as the season changes and I had him do another day of mowing because wildfire is one of my anxieties.(strangely, water leaks are another)  He also cut down two trees that died; a pinyon below the porch and a Ponderosa pine. The Ponderosa was one of the first trees Rayburn and I planted. We got it from NM state forestry which sells trees for windbreaks. I should say it is seedlings that they sell. They are the size of pencils. I don't know why this Ponderosa died. I watered it, unlike the Pinyon. But there is an Arizona Cypress that we also planted, also from NM Forestry, that grew up behind it that is doing fine and is also doing the job of screening the house from the road so I feel the loss less. 

   The 24 year old Toyota Tacoma needs a new starter. And when I drive it, there is a burning smell. This makes me worry about driving it to the mechanic so I'm having it (and me) towed in to T or C and the mechanic on Monday. I've rented a car to come home in and will go back to get it when repairs are done. (just $$$.  sigh) This episode has convinced me that the Tacoma needs to live closer to a town where a mechanic is, so my plan is to sell it when the new vehicle, a Ford Bronco, is delivered. I know that is big news for me too! I really wanted a new Toyota, but their trucks are too big now and the models that aren't too big have very little ground clearance. I also know this current Toyota has many miles left, but it is also the age where things will start going wrong. Fixable things, but out here even those are just an extraordinary ordeal. I don't think the Bronco will last as long but maybe whatever comes after it will get better fuel economy- maybe even be electric. Anyway, I have ordered  the Bronco and it should be in by mid summer. 

   I also am doing garden stuff. I ordered some corn seeds too.It has been a while since I grew corn. But I really like fresh corn on the cob so I sprang for the DNA tinkered variety that is very sweet but also lasts in the fridge. I'm only going to plant one bed of it; 4 ft by 8 ft. I've also ordered some Asian pear trees because they are so tasty. How they will do in my garden is yet to be seen. I have one that is doing OK. But a second that I got for pollination died. I'm also replacing some grape vines that died. I don't know the reason why for that either. Grapes are the only reliable fruit producer up here. The plum trees are budding out right now. Rayburn used to say plum rhymes with dumb because they bloom too early! The apricot tree is budding out too. In 36 years that apricot has never produced a single fruit. But strangely, there have been years with plums. One of the plums in blossom is the most glorious tree I have. Here's a photo from a previous year. Peak bloom is yet to be seen this year, but it already abuzz with bees:  




  The gang of deer are still marauding the greenery. But I can't attach the motion activated sprinkler until night time temperatures aren't freezing anymore. 

   I went to the social security office in Las Cruces this week. Previously, when I called in January which the mortuary told me to do, they told me I could just go without an appointment. I waited 4 hours and had to bail. A 9 hour day is a long time for the dogs to wait. When I called back, I learned that that office had just started taking appointments so I got one but not for over two months later so it wasn't until last Thursday. I was fully prepared to wait again. But the appointment was in the afternoon so I thought surely they would see me before closing time. When I got there, the parking lot was so empty, I thought it was closed. But no, I walked right in and before I sat down, they took me. I was out in less than 5 minutes. A miracle! 

   I don't know why I needed to go. They already knew Rayburn had died- they clawed back his last pension payment and had figured out what my widow benefit is and have started direct depositing it. But they took the death certificate anyway. The only thing I have left of all the extricating of Rayburn's name from our life together is to apply for the veteran's widow property tax break. I now have the form from veteran's services and just need to get it to the county. 

   It is starting to be less shocking to see the chair Rayburn lived in for the last 3 years of his life empty when I go by it. But sometimes, I just go sit in it myself. I have been dreaming about him. These are casual dreams, not momentous reuniting, just everyday life things. But in them, he can walk. In the dreams, this is just ordinary. But when I wake up, I find myself happy remembering.

   I'm really happy you can walk. You have a really nice path to do it too! Even if you feel bad after. Surely that is worth it! I've often thought it would be good to die outside. The last thing to see would be the sky. I am finishing the mowing Carl didn't get to. My back is feeling it today. I know it's not the same as angina though. (I should clarify, I use a hand held string trimmer to mow with. Carl does too but his is gas powered. Mine uses batteries. I read that a steel blade mower can strike a rock, emit a spark, that can start a fire. So no to that!)  Still, sore back and all, it looks like a park when done. Very pretty! But I can't mow it all. If the part away from the house I can't reach burns, then it burns. 

   Wait, who is your daughter? Did I know you had one? Where is she now? Apologies if you told me and I forgot. It has dawned on me that we have been corresponding for just about year now. What a year though. I am glad you are still here. But I sure didn't see it coming out the way it did. I don't know why, when Rayburn was so old and infirm. But I'm still surprised. 

   I subscribe to a newsletter out of Cloudcroft- because I like Cloudcroft. The latest issue had an ad for the Cloudcroft Art Workshops this summer. As it happens one of my favorite pastel artists is teaching one of them. OMG! I signed up! It is at the end of July for 5 days. I found a VRBO house that takes dogs and have rented it for the week. I'm ready right now though but still have to wait 4 months.
   So there you are; life.

MK

PS. I'm also editing my photos which I got really behind on doing. So in a roundabout way, there is a trough report in the works, but it may be a little while yet until one comes out. We've had a bobcat visitor. And for the first time there was a saw-whet owl! The wolves of December and January have not been back even though the public map shows them in the vicinity. https://www.arcgis.com/apps/mapviewer/index.html?webmap=dbcc9960867948aea225fc53c50d0ed0&extent=-110.6313,32.9752,-106.5746,34.932
    
    



Monday, March 16, 2026

Jessica's Birthday

I made the batter; Michelle frosted it. We gave her a copy of We Survived the Night by Noisecat and a small bag of chocolate truffles. 





Michelle frosted it














Sunday, March 15, 2026

Fish Emulsion Scored

The pressure's intense!

After learning of the seedbank, I optimistically bought three packets: a "dented" corn and two kinds of melons. 




The cantaloupes and Michelle's poppies




take up the two-foot-wide strip along the sidewalk.


It was a "good" day a few weeks ago when I hailed Andrea, the diagonal neighbor, and she agreed to let me plant along her driveway.

There's a huge lot where the Piggly Wiggly used to be and another 1/8 of an acre off Juan Tabo next to the tire place. Hauling water's gonna be a challenge. 

After the post-powerline wrangle the other day I wasn't sure if I was gonna get another chance. But I managed to get to the Wyoming Martz & score a gallon of fish emulsion 5-1-1. Plenty to do the back yard too. And a bunch of markers too, for embellishing cards.






Jessica's birthday was today.


Dying Alone



Here she is on Trust and the Unseen (1 of 3)






We'll celebrate Monday when she comes. She vacillates between her Latina & Taos Pueblo ethnicities and really liked The Light People. She gifted me her personal, annotated, copy






so I got her We Survived the Night.






But, you know, a book is kinda dry, even for a writer/poet, so I grabbed a bag of chocolates. 



Not wanting to give her something that wasn't good, I got a bag for vetting. Michelle and I agreed they'll do.

That's Coveting Greaseburgers by Vince Distasio in the background. More of his work at iac2.com

Oh, yeah, lest I forget, Horace Kephart: Writings from The University of Tennessee Press, Knoxville, has been one of the highlights of the month.




P.29








See the face at the front in the middle cloud?


The porch light is Andrea's. The corn'll be on this side of her truck.

To top it off I sent a request to a full body massuese. She offers late nite visits and has a lenient draping policy. Hope springeth eternal.



Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Urban Overlanding

When we, wife, daughter and I, arrived in '76, this was still virgin desert and about a mile from a marginally navigable track cut through the granitic sand that is now the four lanes of Juan Tabo Boulevard. 










What were once, undoubtedly, giant ponderosas.




The playground at the parking area.



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Sat.14th.    1:18 a.m.

The jaunt triggered a vengeful bout of angina. 

Awakened at 12:30 a.m. by a meds reminder, the "exertion" of rolling over to get the pills & water triggered it. Tucking a sub-lingual nitro into position, I added an extra half a tab of isosorbide which, unfortunately, takes at LEAST 20 minutes to have any effect.

15 minutes having elapsed and the 1st nitro having had no effect, I took another and chased it with a quarter tab of dilaudid. Also known as hydromorphone, along w this front-line opioid's desensitizing effects comes a strong need for a counter-balance to its constipating effect. I try and minimize its usage.

By the 3rd nitro the pain now included my whole upper body including my teeth, neck and arms. As motor function begins to wane, getting the child-proof cap off the liquid morphine has me wondering how many have died in pain in the interests of saving a child? Pain makes me selfish.

Liquid morphine is a mixed blessing. It works quickly but it instantaneously causes intense nausea. Getting some down while trying to keep from throwing up shifts the mindset toward using the MAID. In the meantime I take on a couple of tongue-dissolving ondensetrons, an anti-nausea. 

It worked though, and as with the part after the thunderstorm in Grofe's Grand Canyon Suite, it wasn't too long before I drifted off into opioid vignettes and sleep.

That was last night. Tonight I took some dilaudid that  I hope was/is preemptive. So far, so good.




Saturday, March 7, 2026

SOXL's Depression

The plan is to wait until it gets to the bottom. The problem is you don't know until you get there. Thinking this must surely be the bottom, I exhausted my funds on the way down. Now it's watch & wait.















Note "average price" relative to "last price."












Wednesday, March 4, 2026

A "Good" Day

The day after my fentanyl patch change I sometimes get a burst of energy. Such was the case today.

It started w a great conversation w Dr. Hawk about my recertification for Hospice. Dr. Hawk administers all the MAID ingestions. I was telling of the random panic attacks that feel so incongruous compared to when I first got on hospice. I was all set to go then, or so I thought. (Psilocybin was early July last year.)

We discussed various benzodiazapines, but then he asked about my LSD usage. I allowed as I was 8 months overdue for a dose. He encouraged me to get back on schedule.

I'm good for another 60 days. 

A recent ingestor went 3 1/2 years on hospice before deciding to use the MAID.