Fish Emulsion Scored

The pressure's intense!

After learning of the seedbank, I optimistically bought three packets: a "dented" corn and two diff 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 really liked The Light People and 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, Horacev 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.

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.

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."

SOXL Volatility

Starting back up...maybe?

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.

Mon.2.Mar - SOXL

In January of last year I noticed The Mkt. I'd lost 40k in the 2008 crash and hadn't paid any attention since.

I joined a MEETUP group that was following Investor's Business Daily founder William J. O'Neil's principals. The group was based in Anchorage and the moderator was a wastewater manager. Floyd had been investing for over 20 years and along with an insouciant avoidance of particulars, allowed as how he had college funds for his three grandchildren. He mentioned the ETF TQQQ.

Later, in a YT recording of one their meetings, I noticed SOXL and began watching it...like a cat at a mousehole.

Sometime last summer Floyd handed the reins to Haley Zao in San Francisco who changed the group name to LEGS: Leveraged ETFs & Growth Stocks.

A few months ago we had a guest speaker, a woman who'd been trading SOXL exclusively. She was retired and trading with her savings. She shared the percent growth she'd had the past five years. I only remember two: five years ago: 109% and 2024: 79%.

Every few weeks SOXL drops. I'm getting better at waiting 'til it gets further down b4 I buy. This morning's low has been 57.73, at the open of the Pre Mkt. So far I've bought 58 shares at an average price of 64.50; the last one at 58.05. This drop started at 73.33.

The 57.64 was at 5:56 am. The Mkt opens at 2 am in Alb. It's can be a long day when it closes at 2 pm.

Horace Kephart: Writings

You know how it is, i looked up the origin of the word GORP and there, in an article from REI in 2020, it mentioned Horace Kephart.

Starting around 1895, Horace wrote for the Boy's Life, Field & Stream and other outdoor magazines. 

https://www.amazon.com/Horace-Kephart-Writings-Appalachian-Non-Fiction/dp/1621905411