Adjustments

I am not liking my new location. I have this weird idea that I should be able to comfortably run from my home. Of course my definition of comfortable is the adjustable here. I have to run on roads (Anathema) or on Highway right of way to get to arroyos which run through peoples(another running no-no, other humans that is) backyards for several miles before I get to privacy.
  I know that people will say "why not drive somewhere?" Well.. doesn't that seem silly?Why would I spend valuable fuel and wear and tear on my vehicle in order to go somewhere to practice going places?
  My answer is I would not. It bothers me. I do not mind running on a treadmill while watching TV because the I am mixing a favorite activity with an exercise and it is convenient.(Huh. Spellcheck tells me that tv just like god is supposed to be capitalized...definitely a subject unto itself)  

Helping

Helping out some poor dude who ran out of gas in ABQ.  He had no money a dead battery and seemed very sad. Anyway I bought a gas can and some gas and left him there waiting for his wife to bring some jumper cables. The cops pushed his car off the road and left him there. I wonder how it turned out.

modern day disasters

No sound on youtube. Guess I will have to deal with live people today

feeling good

I remember about a year ago I had a day where I had no aches or pains worked a whole day felt great all day and ran a few miles at the end. I told my friend that I would like to feel that way every day. He did not actually laugh at me but I got the feeling he thought I was being a little optimistic. I have not felt that good since. Today feels like it mat=y have a chance,of course it is only eleven am

smallerer town

Turns out my new house used to belong to my young sons classmate.Really brings home the tragedy of the economic collapse

shocking experience

Sunday morning at 9  I arrive at my clients house to shoe Sven and his new barn buddy. I get out of the car and say hi to the horse the head back to get my gear. I hear a strange sound and turn to look. Sven is on the ground having a fit. I run to the house and get Sven's person's husband. When we get to the barn Sven is sitting up whinnying. By the time husband gets back to the house the horse is dead.
The group of us are in shock and few days later I seem to still be unsettled by the sudden passing of an Equine acquaintance. 

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?