Archery Salon

Back in the old days, we used to host salons every other week. We'd have about 10 to 12 folks over and usually it was a potluck. We often had a theme in which people got to demonstrate skills, talents, and other forms of entertainment. One noted scholar demonstrated his turkey call. Who would've guessed

Given my diminished energy and Michelle's loathing and hating of all things social,  we've discontinued the practice, but I needed some kind of social interaction. So I invited over Brett, his partner Victoria and his son Adrian, age 12, for some archery.

Brett got this great video of Victoria letting fly.

Aside from Victoria's exquisite form, the audio is interesting. Turn it up.

First Week of Morphine

I'm ambivalent about my dimensionality. On the one hand, I'm grateful that the body still works. I had a conversation with a friend the other day in which she told of someone who can no longer shit.

On the other hand, the view in the mirror is shocking. Another friend who saw me in the blog about getting on hospice said, "You don't look so good."

When I discovered that a friend and his son both enjoy swimming, I thought to use their enthusiasm to incentivize myself. The pool is in the nearby high school and has lap swim from 6 - 8 weekdays. The parking lot is big and I had to rest awhile once I got inside. 

The gratitude enables me to go forth in public, but just barely. Swim trunks are pushing it. But I keep in mind the two guys in Tucson who were nearly twice my size. They're still my role models.

I'd barely swim swam swummed 20 feet when the angina hit. I walked the rest of the way across and rested for ten minutes before heading back.

I had to ask Brett to bring me a sublingual nitroglycerin in order to muster the energy to get out. I still needed his help.

I spent the rest of the evening watching him and his son enjoy themselves.

It took four "rests" to get to the car. At home I had to take the morphine every two hours instead of every three. By morning I was starting to run low. At 11 a.m. I called the hospice nurse about getting more. A doctor has to authorize the prescription and it can be awhile before they become available.

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Around 6 o'clock this evening the hospice supervisor called to let me know they were doing all they could to encourage the Walgreens pharmacist to fill the prescription, but Plan B was to take me inpatient if they didn't get it done.

Michelle called a few minutes ago to let me know that the pharmacist said it would be ready in about 15 minutes. I've heard good things about the inpatient facility; there are 10 beds and the Supervisor said there're only about five people in it this evening. The background noise gave the impression she was at home. She sounded as relieved as I felt. 

Next time!

Putting A Stop To It

Prime Minister Carney came up with a plan to help the GOP think a little more about its actions.

https://www.adammockler.com/p/canada-silently-killed-trump-with?publication_id=3506104&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=email-share&triggerShare=true&r=2c5x1i

Laundry Box Collage

As I wrote in the Youtube "Description," Albuquerque is a cultural wasteland; youse gotz tuh make yer own entertainmints.

Collage!

I needed a box to toss stuff into. Michelle has been making noises about collage and with a project like this, we could collaborate.

Several months ago we'd set up three card tables to work at so it was just a matter of finding the time. Then! There it was! Three whole days with no cat-sits! Given that our days begin around 11 a.m.-ish, it was truly an astounding accomplishment! And we took our time.

We work well together, donchewtink?

If The Insurrection Act is called into play

 

https://wagingnonviolence.org/2025/04/what-to-do-if-the-insurrection-act-is-invoked/

Dr. Cali

Young fellow. Aware of the CIIS program for psychedelics.  Aware of their potential for reducing anxiety around death.

He was reassuring as far as pain management. Didn't push MAID. Said all they really have is morphine though. He acknowledged the drawback of it being befuddling. 

I described the subtle deterioration. He said it's par for the course; I'm on course...

with a faire breeze.

       and only a little flatulence. 🥸

           Beans, beans, the musical fruit...

34th Anniversary

 

We married in '93. Then, when I became aware I was going to have a heart attack, we made it legal in 2018. The only thing that changed was after 9 months she could inherit my social security.

https://newmexnomad.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-squidges-get-married.html?m=1