I spent several days at The Hotel R&R north of Truth or Consequences. As the daytime temperatures rose, the traffic on the highway was an increasing impingement on my au-naturel style. It was time to be somewhere else.
The food was fabulous and Robin sent me home last night with two frozen, raw burger patties that by morning were perfect. Nothing like steak tartare for breakfast; like the good ole days!
I'm waiting for a cardiologist in Albuquerque to review the video of the angioplasty. I'm hoping he'll have a way besides bypass surgery to get through the blockages.
Jim Cooper, the Desert Walker, sent an informative email with questions for the cardiologist. Turns out he's a retired internist who specialized in intensive-care cardiology.
Alan Rasmussen -- who helped me get from the car to the Emergency Room at St. Mary's Hospital in Tucson -- took a job in W Virginia (I think). He was supposed to fly into JFK yesterday and begin work today. He's a respiratory therapist and, at age 70, was inclined to try and help some of the folks struggling with The Virus.
I'm camped near the Southeast end of the Gila Wilderness in New Mexico a few miles west of Interstate 25. I'm gonna piddle my way to Magdalena then northward to I-40 while waiting for the cardiologist to review all the notes and stuff. Then I'll decide what to do next.
Michelle recently discovered one of her clients was infected with The Virus. And since Michelle'd kissed the woman's cat she, Michelle, had to get tested. The results -- negative -- came back in two days. (Alan (see above) said it was taking seven to eight days some places back east.) "HHUURRAAAYY!!!" cried the cats.
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Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Friends
One day in Williamsburg, I was in Maria's Restaurant at the same time as Rex and we struck up a conversation. I'd passed his house several times on my way between Albuquerque and Deming and the Mercedes 220 had caught my attention. He invited me to stop by anytime.
After retiring from teaching at a university, he'd taken up ranching. Eventually he'd succumbed to the drought but manages to get by.
Robin dated his son and during that time they'd become friends. Tired of living in the Northwest, she rented out her house and moved down to help out around the "ranch."
Their house is the only one on highway one between T or C and Socorro. They've shouldered the responsibility of assuring lost Easterners that T or C is just down the road, Socorro DOES exist and there's a freeway access ramp not too far in either direction. They've even saved a few as more than one foolhardy hiker has shown up without enough water.
After retiring from teaching at a university, he'd taken up ranching. Eventually he'd succumbed to the drought but manages to get by.
With Blue Dawg
Robin dated his son and during that time they'd become friends. Tired of living in the Northwest, she rented out her house and moved down to help out around the "ranch."
Their house is the only one on highway one between T or C and Socorro. They've shouldered the responsibility of assuring lost Easterners that T or C is just down the road, Socorro DOES exist and there's a freeway access ramp not too far in either direction. They've even saved a few as more than one foolhardy hiker has shown up without enough water.
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