Departing ABQ

After a delightful holiday (Solstice!) celebration with Michelle capped off by an amazing session yesterday with Charey Fox (of The Source), the onliest regret wuz not havin' enough room for the accordion. Reminds me a bit of how the pie-anos got left by the roadside when the early incursionists made their way westward.

Years ago, just for ducks, I started noting what time I broke camp; it's alwayz 1:30 p.m. Today I exited the storage locker at 1:34. Of course, I had to stop for beer.

Northbound, toward Utah. It's rumored there're three book stores in Durango, Colorado. It's a busy place, sorta like Moab. I can usually last about an hour...lotsa folks jumpin' round afore jumpin' off. "Let's hike! Let's bike! I wanna hang-glide! I wanna raft! I wanna hang-glide in a raft!"

Hit shore iz nice tuh be away from Albuq.

PROOF OF PURCHASE

The text from New Mexico Department of Health:

Thank you for getting your COVID-19 vaccine. NM DOH will contact you to schedule your booster shot. Your confirmation code is 5161586.

My new stetson. 

Thanks, Snookie!!

Looks like he's prepping to expectorate, doesn't he?

The Sublime Lord Genghis

 

It's true..sigh...there's nothing happening. 

I enjoy Michelle's company immensely, but as far as adventure, life in Albuquerque is as exciting as a hangnail. I hear there are some nice escorts, but I no longer have the discretionary income to afford such indulgences. And, of course, one has to consider The Covid when one thinks of engaging intimately. Speaking of which, I get my shot on Saturday. But that's as exciting as it gets.

The hole in the cornea is healing, but it's taking its sweet time. The doc insists on seeing me every three weeks; preferably every two. So, it's cat-vibing videos and accompanying Michelle on her rounds until the eye heals sufficiently.

I DO get to practice my accordion...now that I have one. And I DO get to the archery range (indoor) every few days where the woman who runs it is beginning to recognize me and wish me "Have a good day." But it's enough to make one wonder what everyone else is doing. Watching tv, no doubt. Lucky devils!

Pilling the Cat - A Psuedo Fb Post

This post is the kind that were I on Fb I might post there. I was on Fb when it first started, but once I saw where it was headed, I got off. I suppose if I had grandchildren, watched tv, had other interests besides women, I might be on Fb. But I don't. Plus, it's not searchable.  

You Can't Make Me

One of the challenges of cat-sitting is giving meds.

Michelle took a hit yesterday

which prompted me to see what else was out there. Obviously, a long history of contention...

Jörg Petel - 1625-30

Ivory, height 28 cm
Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich

Peter Paul Rubens - Hercules and the Nemean Lion

                      Paul Manship - gilded bronze

MOAB - It Ain't Whut hit Ustuh Be

 This just in...

Arches National Park has, this morning, already reached capacity. I came back at noon and it was still completely full....no admittance until someone leaves. 

I went south to Hole In the Wall Rest Area.  Between Arches and Hole in the Wall there were four accidents; two were bad. 

Coming back from Hole In The Wall I pulled over in Moab to FaceTime with Martha.  While we were talking I saw two more (accidents).  About 30 minutes later a helicopter landed by the first.

There's a lot of construction and traffic is slow. Unfortunately, peoples' response is to drive more aggressively...passing illegally, following too close, honking their horns.  In addition, there are a lot of ATVs and dirt bikes.   

In an effort to ameliorate, the powers that be are diverting people from Arches to Canyonlands. I'M  going back to my camp. It's time for some serious map perusal and an escape route.

Then there's this...

City council tries to hammer out a noise ordinance local businesses can accept

Anastasia Hufham, Moab Sun News Apr 15, 2021 Updated Apr 15, 2021

And finally....

https://www.sltrib.com/news/2020/11/01/womans-decapitation/

Cat-sitting

In order to spend time with her, I accompany Michelle on her rounds. Here I am after returning from a pleasant constitutional in one of the upper middle-class ghettos that have replaced the verdant sage on the bajada of the Sandia Mountains.

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The face...

Who farted?

Prepping to expectorate?

The stomach...

He's gonna EXPLODE! RUN!!!

German Run With Scissors

 You Please Close Gate. Yah!

In Arizoney

In the LaaaAAAAAaaaanD of Georgia O'Keefe

 

Oh, the wind blows cold
On the trail of the buffalo
Oh, the wind blows cold
In the land of the Navajo
In the land of the Navajo
A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand
One-eyed Jack, the trader, held some turquoise in his hand
By his side sat Running Elk, his long-time Indian friend
He vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end

Jack had gambled everything he owned to lead this wandering life
He might have had a happy home and a tender loving wife
But his hunger was for trading trapper's furs for turquoise stone
Anything that the Indians had, Jack wanted for his own

Said Jack to Running Elk, I'll gamble all my precious stones
Before I leave my body here among these bleaching bones
But now my time is drawing near and I'm filled with dark regret
My spirit longs to journey as the sun begins to set

For we raped and killed, we stole your land, we ruled with guns and knives
Fed whiskey to your warriors while we stole away your wives
Said Running Elk, what's done is done, you white men rule this land
So lay the cards face up and play your last broken-hearted hand

Refrain

When you're dealing cards with death, the joker's wild, the ace is high

Jack bid the Mississippi River, Running Elk raised him the sky
Jack saw him with the sun and moon and upped him with the stars
Running Elk bet the Rocky Mountains, Jupiter, and Mars

The sun was sinking in the west when Jack drew the ace of spades
Running Elk just rolled his eyes, he smiled and passed away
Jack picked up his turquoise stones and cast them to the sky
He stared into the setting sun and then made a mournful cry

Refrain

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: P. Rowan

Land of the Navajo lyrics © Sea Lion Music

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SNOW!!

So, I had in mind to go to the Taos steppe, but a little voice said, "That's a bit too far north; it's still winter up there." So, after passing through Española when I saw the sign for Abiquiu I made a u-turn and went. It was only a few miles over to the other highway and soon I was in the land of Georgia O'Keefe. Pedernal, the prominent peak in the area, has a pretty ring of snow around its neck and the Jemez mountains -- on the distant horizon the south -- are snow-capped. If you look closely at the image below, you can (barely) see 'em.

 

Last Fall I had difficulty breathing at 6,800 feet of elevation. This patch of snow was somewhere around 7,500+ and thanks to the meds, I'm doing okay. I wasn't gonna run anywhere, but I could walk a bit. It's interesting watching one's self adapt to the limitations; it taking some head-work to accept that I can't run anymore.

I remember a conversation several years ago with a guy whose comment on my lifestyle was, "You must not have any health issues." At the time I didn't. Now I know what he was saying. I have to be back Monday to meet with the eye doc on Tuesday...about the hole in my left cornea.

Blah, blah, blah. It's a blog...a web log. A handy reminder. Not for your "reading pleasure."

A Short Break From ABQ

North to the Taos steppe. It covers a goodly portion of the area on either side of the Rio Grande Gorge and west therof. 

It's gentle undulations are unattractive to the hoi-polloi, thus providing, mostly, the thousands of acres to me. 

I'll return the 12th to attend an eye appointment of Tuesday the 13th. That gives me a full week of R & R.

The hole in the cornea of the left eye is taking its sweet time scarring over, but it's happening. Dr. Davis is the head of the Fellowship training program (scroll down) for cornea transplants and related surgeries and he "gets" the trip: intermittent micro-doses of LSD along with regular doses -- every two hours --  of opthalmic antibiotic followed by fake tears.

Heavy, Maaaannn

Crossing The Rubicon

Excerpted from Wiki: According to Suetonius (Roman historian), Caesar uttered the famous phrase alea iacta est ("the die is cast").^[2] The phrase "crossing the Rubicon" has survived to refer to any individual or group committing itself irrevocably to a risky or revolutionary course of action, similar to the modern phrase "passing the point of no return." Caesar's decision for swift action forced Pompey, the consuls and a large part of the Roman Senate to flee Rome in fear. Caesar's subsequent victory in Caesar's civil war ensured that punishment for the infraction would never be rendered. This took place during the time of the Roman Republic.

Xrossing The Rubicon

With my "dimensionality," I'm waddling across

The Rubicon is also a 4wd trail in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Renowned as challenging, Jeep (now owned by Stellantis N.V. and headquartered in Amsterdam, the Netherlands) as a marketing ploy, named a version of its Wrangler Rubicon. 

The Rubicon Trail

Donchyuh jus' LUV drivin' more than ennythin' else in duh woild?

Margot Synopsizes

https://youtu.be/j82AaLIGqxw

Her books are in my library in Phoebe so since I'm "indoors" at the moment I went to Youtube.

I found it interesting that she, like me, (17:38) wanted to find a way to convey her "findings" to others. I felt if I could find a way to uncover the pea under the mattress, then I could save some others a lot of time.

At 10:35 she mentions, in conjunction with her "three keys to pleasure" the use of voice to communicate with her partner. This is an aspect she puts particular emphasis on in her books and is obviously carried into her teachings as Lokita & her husband also talk about using the voice in their videos. But sometimes the voice can get add a dimension of pandering to what we think our partner expects and it can be productive to agree to remain quiet. 

13:00 - her formula: Choose with awareness what brings you joy and it will open the door to your spirit.  

11:20 - It's a matter of choice....for healthy folks who don't have PTSD. 

 

16:10 - When people were still civilized...and had time.

16:36 - When a woman can go all the way to the very end...THAT's when she discovers her power!

At 18:24 - She describes bringing it up from the genitals to the heart and the melting into one.  

Determining success....

Then, at 25:15 - What we, you and I, have accomplished. 

What fruits did the tree bear?

What have they produced?

What are the people around them saying?

How did they benefit from their work?

Her website: https://www.margotanand.com/