Small town

I am in the midst of moving and buying a house and getting a friendly divorce. My friend Allessandra owns a small tile company and volunteered her husband Steve to redo the ruined counters in my new house. She is making the tile for this project and giving them as a housewarming present.
 Funny thing her assistant who is getting paid to help make tiles is my wife. So Allessandra is paying my wife to make tiles that she is then going to give to me.
  Small towns eh?

good samaritan?

I was driving to Taos to shoe some horses when I saw a broke down vehicle with a person waiting for help. After a brief struggle between helping somebody in need and being on time I slowed to pull a U turn and see if I could help. As I pulled over the driver behind slowed in time and stopped to help. As I pulled back on to the road I had one of those little irrational thought/feelings that make me laugh at myself. " I hope they notice that I pulled over" Do I get karma credit for almost helping? Why did I think that person would even know who I was.  Well at least if they noticed that not only one but two persons slowed to help they may have a littl bump in faith in fellow humans.
 Of course the pessimist would say that the other "good samaritan" was more likely a serial killer looking for their next victim

skull

Being an unorganized person I never know where or when I will be working. This is a little upsetting to my clients. Nobody wants to sit waiting for the cable.. uh farrier. Now my friend says that I need to explain what a farrier is. I of course informed her that if you do not know what a farrier is you probably do not need one.
Wait.. I have had issues with persons not understanding me because they do not have mind reading abilities like my brother Joe and my friend Kevin Cheek. With either of these people I will say something like"that rock uhm ..." And either one of them will say yup we need to do something about it. So my friends complain because what rock where when? When I go back and read my posts it seems like 1/2  or maybe 1/3  of my vastly entertaining and interesting thought made it onto the paper..er into the computer which seems like a person a rather rude and uncooperative person.    Anyway I am making an effort to turn thoughts into words. So this has led to a little leakage of the inside words into the outside world. Also looking back at this blog maybe the cryptic version is better.
  Obviously not joking about unorganized. What was I talking about? Oh yeah mindreading. difficult for us who sort read each other change to talk only. Plus I learned to ignore body language because(my theory) I grew up around body language liars which is very unusual and confusing.
  Speaking of add I was attracted to an article whose headline was "Are men attracted to dumb women?" Interesting, I thought. The article started talking about science and how questionaires work and  controls and all others sort of info. Some of which i already knew. I got bored and distracted and irritable did not finish the article. Funny thing is that men looking for hookup look for dumb drunk or aggressive (easy) while men looking for relationship seem to look for smart stable confident. Funny. 10 minutes of reading to learn what I already knew because I could not resist dumb and women in the same sentence. Oh well time for some more spiritual growth and soul searching.
 Now as an ADD I would never read this whole blog. Maybe somebody out there has more staying power

S**t!!! I forgot all about the skull. Next time?

techno

So the other day I tried to turn the new android phone off. After a long search I found that you push the upper right hand corner of the phone, then you get a message asking"silent, airplane mode, or power off?" I f you have the temerity to press power off you get a nice message"Are you sure? Phone WILL shut down?"
  I guess it is not safe to wander around alone without the comfort of a powered up phone.
  Yesterday I did neglect my phone and the battery ran down and my young son and I were abandoned in the wilds of New Mexico for hours. We even had to surprise people by showing up in the flesh and talk to them in person. very awkward. When I finally got to a power source the android came back on without even a mention of where she had been or apology for leaving us on our own for so long.

long run

When I go for a run I like to pretend I am am going on an adventure. So yesterday feeling tired and sore i figured to go for a little 20 30 minute run I saw a little side arroyo and went up a ways. I wandered and wondered till 3 hours later i ended up at the lone butte, which I had intended climbing before I leave this house. So of course I had to climb it. 13 miles later I finally made it home safe after my made up adventure.

old!

I remember hopping up on a whim and sprinting out the door for a 2 t0 12 mile run with no warm-up trepidation(except for fear of ghost racer)  hopping over bushes fences and whatever obstacles. I could eat a large meal or drink a half gallon of water with no ill effects.

Now I shuffle out the door and wheeze along with aches and pains and aching lungs for 20 minutes or 1/2 a mile before I finally start to feel a little better and if I get sore it seems to take forever to recover. time for some HGH!

ouch

So I had a couple of great runs during which I could pretend to be getting fit. Then I got sore. Still sore I guess from outrunning my mild state of middle aged fitness I dropped the kids off with Mom after ten days and drove home feeling tired and lethargic. I forced myself to stop and try to find a pair of shoes that fit and came home early to sit and vegetate.
   at 7 I finally get up to go on a 2 mile jog so I can feel puritanically moral. the wind is 30 mph in my face and my feet and my knees hurt. inhaling dust and now my lungs hurt. I sure will be glad when I warm up in 20 minutes, of course by then I will be back home.
20 minutes later I still feel just as bad but I notice a new trail that I have not run before,"Wonder where that goes" " Hey look an old road I'll just follow that for a  few minutes then turn around.
Everything including my feet still hurts,but if I just go to the end of this road and turn left I will hit a new arroyo and I can head upstream then head home.
2 hours later with not one single comfortable step I am home; A good puritan! Then I crack open a beer.