Sun seeking rather than sun avoidance is the trick these mornings. Honey made herself a nest in the sunshine and Buster became even more dappled by the sun.
Whatever form of the epizootic got me yesterday lingered today. Pooped out. I was feeling better by 5:00 p.m. so chanced a foray to the store. While in the parking lot I was struck by another wave of nausea and extreme hunger after I choked it back. Decided to try a Chinese remedy at the Oriental Palace. Takeout. While waiting Scott R. came in-I have known him for 40 years or more. He introduced me to his "sweetie." She was Rasty's daughter Missy. I had never met her. I told her Rasty and I had been good friends and she gave me a look. Then I told her I had taken some of the pictures used in the funeral and she said she put the slide show together and that made the connection. Scott O.F., and, me O.F., waxed a bit philosphical. He said his life had been a pretty good ride. I allowed as "You have to play the cards you are dealt and do the best you can." As Scott has a bad arm from a war wound (he says) and he really did have some good jobs- state of Wyoming and CWC and has served the tribes in various ways despite starting out as a hairdresser and having a wife who was vegetableized by the local hospital, I guess if he can say he has had a good run, he is a testament to the resilience of humans or the fabled stoicism of the Native American. And good on him!
Rich called on his way back from his northwest circuit. He makes me laugh. He has been a GM car guy all his life. Made snide comments about my Dodges and Fords. His company car is a Chrysler Pacifica and he is in love! He had his friend Rodney start looking for one for him to call his own. He says it rides great-not tiring at all. He said Alicia called him. Heather and Tom are going to leave their baby with Alicia while they go to a play in Denver. Alicia asked about food. Heather said "We don't feed him any processed food. All he likes are hotdogs and macaroni and cheese." Alicia needed a reality check. "Aren't hot dogs and macaroni and cheese about as processed as you can get?" Yes. they are my dear. We won't tell Heather. I hope I am well off the planet before we get a President Tiffany or Heather...or Shanequa.
Well the coyotes are encroaching on us tonight-close up and it is time to get the dogs in.
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