It’s been a long time since I left any notes here. Mostly because it has been much harder to control the neuropathic pain since November. Now, I have to add arthritic pain as well. Both in my hands and hips.
It’s gotten hard to pick up a quarter off the floor because of both the lack of feeling in my hands and weakness in my legs. Pretty soon its going to be hard to get up from meditating, if, in fact, I can get down there to begin with. Sitting cross-legged is painful because of the pain in my hips, and walking any distance is also getting hard.
Susan said the other day that she is concerned about going to North Carolina for a week. She’s afraid that I might fall down and not be able to get up. So she arranged for the teenager who cleans our house to come by every day. I personally don’t think that is necessary, but it will make her feel more comfortable so I will go along with it. But that thought is pretty scary: Needing one of those buzzers you wear to send a signal to health care workers, you know, the one in the “I’ve fallen down and can’t get up.” commercial.
I’ve even thought abiut finding out if my insurance will cover a hip replacement, but I don’t know if it will be worth it. I guess it depends upon how long I will be able to use new hips, how long I will be around. I know I don’t think I would undergo the chemo and radiation treatment that I had almost 5 years ago.
So, that’s why I haven’t written, nothing good to say. It’s also why I have been hard to get ahold of, but I figure that those of you who care should understand what’s going on.
I will try to write more regularly in the future.
I spent the day chopping wood, which is always a satisfying enterprise. You look at the 2 foot tree section and find the very feint lines in the wood that tell you where the likely fracture lines will be… step back and raise your 8 pound splitting maul… and swing down as close to the lines as possible. It doesn’t take a lot of force, if you hit the right place. I’ve gotten to the point that it only takes two or three swings before the log breaks in half. Then the halves can be split once or twice more before I throw the split logs into a pile and repeat all that until I have enough to stack. I probably put up about half a cord today. I feel like the wood chopping samurai in Kurosawa’s 7 samurai. Except that I’m working with bigger logs than he was chopping.
Boy, I must have really enjoyed that to write so much about it. I think I’ll put that on my web site or Facebook or maybe both. In fact, after writing the next two paragraphs, I think that this is probably info that my friends should see. (should? Maybe want to?)
I started the day by reading about 75 pages of my teacher, Dzoghen Ponlop Rimpoche’s new book “The Rebel Buddha”, and then braved the cold ( at about 5am) with a good meditation season in my unheated shrine room. I had a better session than I have been
doing recently. I kept getting hung up in guilt trips because of my actual or imagined behavior that my out of whack meds caused me to do (that’s a badly written sentence, but I think it gets the point across. Sorry).
I hate when that happens, but I think that we have them straightened out. We decreased the amount of fentanyl and morphine that I am taking and, so far, my pain levels are manageable; knock wood… Knock several times. We also decreased several other meds and the only side effect has been a little difficulty sleeping. I don’t really mind that because it gives me a long morning when I can read or work in my wood shop. I’ve been getting up between two and three and I find myself hating to see noon role around because it means half the day is gone. But, I am hoping this new regimen works. I feel like an experiment on “better living through chemistry”.
Whatever, the point is that I am in much better shape than I have been in for a long time. I feel very satisfied with my life and I am not sure how to put this, but if I were to die right now, I would be satisfied with my life overall. I have done most of what I have wanted to do and buying this house will set Susan up with a house and property on a big island that she might not have been able to do on her own. I just feel satisfied with the place that I find myself in right now, thanks to the Buddhist approach to understanding my mind and where I fit in life in general. I feel very lucky and privileged and satisfied. I guess you get that… How many times did I say I am satisfied? It feels very nice.
Sometimes spending days in pain can wear you down. Not just muscle pain or pain from a physical injury, but nerve pain that keeps niggling away at your conscious hours. Hour after hour. Day after day.
I hate complaining like this. I’m afraid people will think I am just trying to get sympathy. But that is the last thing I want. I don’t need people’s sympathy; it does me no good; it doesn’t change the pain. The only thing I can do is put on another fentanyl patch, take another lyric, and chew up some more ms-contain, smoke another cigarette.
Fuck; I’m tired of this.
Last week I found out that I’ve worn out my left hip joint. If they had looked I’m sure we would have found the same on my right hip. My doctor said that if I wasn’t on so many pain killers already I would have felt the pain long ago. It’s like all my bodily systems have decided to fail, all in a short period of time. Sometimes I think that it has to stop because I don’t have any more systems to lose but it’s kind of like thinking I’ve filled up all available space for more tattoo’s, but when I attended a dharma Punx retreat in Oregon last year I saw just how much blank space I still have. No fear about running out of space for new tattoo’s.
I guess there’ no fear about running out of bodily systems I can lose either. I’m just not sure how many more systems I am willing to put up with losing. I’m afraid of becoming what my mother was before she died… a bitter old woman who took out her feelings on everyone around her. That possibility is not acceptable in any even remotely possible way. I will not become what my mother was. Yeah, I know, I can’t become a bitter old woman, but you know what I mean… whoever you are. I was writing this for myself, but I’ll put it up on burningelectrons.org so maybe someone out there will read this. Either writing this has had some therapeutic affect, or the last patch is kicking in because the pain seems to have lessened a bit. Either way, I’ll take the relief. Finally. I just hope I can get a few hours out of pain.
On another even more disturbing note, I got a notification that somebody is using one of the pictures I posted on one of the Internet sharing boards. I was curious, even a little proud that someone would think one of my shots was worth using. So I went online to see which picture he was using and I was completely grossed out to find out that some deviant jerk was using a picture I took when i was in South Africa of an engorged elephant penis. He put it on a page with similar engorged animal penises. Whatever prurient interest this guy has in animal penises, I don’t want one of my pictures to be used by him. I took the shot because I had never been that close to an aroused elephant before. I must have only been five meters away from him in the Addo National Park. I never meant for that picture to find it’s way online, it must have been uploaded as part of a Adobe Lightroom upload.
Now I have to find out how to pull that picture back in and erase it from any online service it might be stored in. I’ll let to know you know how that turns out. And no, I am not going to slip a copy of the picture in here.
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I just found a new web browser for the iPad. It’s called “the Atomic Web Browser” and it has many of the same functions as FireFox, which is my browser of choice. Not that I have anything against Safari, but it just doesn’t work the way I like to browse.
Right now it looks like I’ve finally found a browser I like. Now, if Apple would only implement support for flash.
This new iPad is a wonderful device. All it needs is a video camera and a digital camera. That would make it a device you could use to go to school with and have interactive meetings and things like that. Could you imagine what it would be like to take classes at any university based only on who the best professor is for the topic you want to learn. And then actually be able to ask questions during those classes.
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So the last time I wrote anything online was when Buster died. I miss him, he was a good cat. I kind of thought that Jake, Susan’s new schnauzer mix was
responsible for his death, but on further consideration and consultation with the vet, we decided that it was more likely that Buster had some cryptic heart problem that manifested itself in a massive myocardial infarction and death. So he probably died in his sleep, or very close to his being asleep. Just the way I would like to go (not by heart attack, but painlessly and quickly).
I miss Buster, but Comet missed him more. Every morning, when we would come back from our walk, Comet would run up to the corner and look around expecting Buster to be there, waiting for us. He needed a friend, and we don’t see Susan’s dogs often enough for them to fill that void. I figured, this time, that instead of getting a cat and having to put up with all the problems of finding a dog friendly cat, that I would get a cat-sized dog to take Buster’s place.
I googled pet rescue and found Ginger’s Death Row rescue here in Seattle. Ginger (or whoever) goes to one of several pounds in California, and brings dogs who are scheduled to be euthanized (sic) within a few days up to Seattle. They are pets who just couldn’t find a home. That kind of set off alarms because I didn’t want an asocial animal, but I decided to check them out. When I got to the pet store where they do Gingers adoptions, the dog I was going to look at was already adopted. But they had this little reddish brown wire hair Warwick terrier mix named Duke, who had a lot of potential. He kind of hung back in this cage and was a little standaoffish to begin with, but he started to warm up when I took him for a walk outside. I thought he could be the dog. But I couldn’t adopt a pet unless Comet approved of my choice so I drove home and picked up Comet so he could meet Duke and see if he liked him too. I also picked up Susan because I trust her judgment more than I trust my own in these matters. She and Comet both liked Duke right away. Comet immediately started playing with Duke the same way he played with Buster, but Duke could give a little more back in return. I mean, Buster had formidable claws, but he was loath to use them, thankfully. I always thought that Comet was playing a little to rough with Buster, but he played at least as rough with Duke, and Duke would come right back and instigate more attacks by his big brother. They wear each other out, which is good.
So, they are cool together. Most of the day they sleep on the couch, but when they decide to play, they chase each other around my living room, through the halls and through the dining room and back to the living room, in a big circle, crashing in to walls as they go (it was raining yesterday so they couldn’t do all that outside).
Duke has surprisingly few problems. His major shortcoming is that he is just learning to not poop in the dining room. Its taking a while because the weather has been bad so taking him out into the yard after he eats has been a problem, but he’s learning, slowly. He has already learned what meditating is, and while he might not meditate himself, he leaves me alone when I am on the cushion.
I still have a lot to learn about lap dogs (hes only 12 lbs). I think he would like to get in my lap a little more than I let him, but we will work out an accomodation as we get used to each other.
I think that I lucked out again in my choice of dogs. Comet was (is) the Perfect Puppy and Duke fits right in with Comet and me. Comet shows a little jealousy sometimes; he’s still my main dog and always will be, but Duke has already bonded with me and with Comet and with the house. He even gets to walk with Comet off-leash for their first walk in the morning, around 5:30. There are no other people around and no traffic at that time, so as long as the dogs stay on the same side of the street, I have no problem with their running freely. Duke really reminds me of George when he chases after his big brother, Comet. He has this big dog attitude, like when he is walking down the street he kind of struts with his head held high and that makes the ends of his ears flap as we walks, similar to the way George’s hair flopped. Duke is cool. and I think that Comet is happy that I got him. I know I am.
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Well, I was planning to go somewhere on my motorcycle yesterday, but it was raining and I’m a fair weather rider now. So I spent the day fighting the pain. It was bad yesterday. So bad, it led me putting on a second patch for Friday. The first one went on at about 5:30AM, the second wasn’t until noon. I walked up and down in my living room, instead of going in circles as usual, because I could go straight back and forth much faster, and the full about turn felt better. Within 30 minutes the second patch was taking effect, so I sat down to read about the life of Marpa. The last thing I remember was that he was being sent to Maitripa to learn Mahajnapita(sic, or something like that),and suddenly it was 4pm. I’m lucky I woke up when I did, because I had too much drug on, or so I thought. So Fri 2 got ripped off immediately.
I had sat trying to work for about 30 minutes (unsuccessfully), when the sentences finally started making sense again, and I could think, with little pain for a while at least. I had planned on taking a ride, but sure enough, it was still raining. At about that point I notice that Buster had been sleeping on hie ottoman for a long time. Since it was near supper time, I reached over to wake him up. But he was not here anymore. He was dead. I went to wake him up, because it was time to eat. I normally didn’t need to wake him up. But when I touched him, he was cold. It registered immediately, but that was not what I wanted to have happen, so I tried to pretend I didn’t feel that he was cold, and shook him again, but this time I noticed some mucus coming from his nose and that the was in rigor already. He must have died in his sleep. I hope so anyway. That’s Buster, by the way, sitting on the steps of the back porch with Comet. Buster’s death has thrown me off. Comet too. We both (Comet and I) still look around corners expecting to see him where he is supposed to be. I find myself still giving his whistle when I come along 80th street at 27th. Three single tone tweets. Over and over, and he comes running out from under whatever plant he is trying to stay dry under today. And meets us at the front gate, where he demands on a head scratch or he will be in a bad mood all day, no matter how many things I have in my hands at the time.
What a bummer. Now, what do you do with a body of someone you used to love? I don’t have enough wood for a pyre, nor do I have a place to do a real pyre. I know when I die, whoever has my body can just toss it in the trash. I am done with it, so, what difference does it make what you do with it. Just toss it out in whatever manner is the cheapest, easiest way to get rid of it. But before putting Buster in the trash, I called Susan to give her the news, and she would not hear about me putting him in the trash, She said to bury him. I guess that is right, You shouldn’t just put a dead cat in the trash, So I wrapped him in one of the blankets he used to sleep on, so it smelled familiar, and buried him under the plum tree at the back left of my property. Between the tree and the fence. I will need to find some medium sized rocks to pile on top of his grave, and figure out some way to keep them there, so they don’t roll away, And then I was going to scratch something appropriate on the wood fence above his head. That should do it.
I did go to my shrine room and say a ph’owa ceremony for his first day in the between. I will try to incorporate some of the Phowa into each days meditation and one the 49th day do a full ceremony, asking that his mind fuse with Amitabha and reach his pure land where he can become a Buddha in one lifetime. It really is a bummer that he died. Buster and Comet were really close friends and I really liked the way he used to curl up next to me every night while I was reading. I miss that. And I miss George. It still makes me cry when I think of the two of them being gone. Buster showed no symptoms. There was no reason for him to die. I hope that it was nothing that I left around. I went through my memories of when and where I put on and took off my patches, and I think I accounted for all of them, I know that they had been flushed down the toilet. And I’ve never see Comet drink from the Toilet. It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t any other dog, so what was it? I don’t think Judy could be mad at me enought to kill an innocent animal, but she is really pissed off at me. I sure hope it wasn’t something she did, That would be so bad. That would be enough bad Karma to ensure rebirth in the lowest hells for a very long time, Sure hope it wasn’t her
Two good friends gone. IF I don’t get really attached to Susans new dogs, I only have one friend left, Comet, and it he were to die, I don’t think I would want to go on anymore myself.. But, he is healthy and there is no reason to suspect that he will be anything else than healthy. I just don’t think that I could take loosing one more friend right now. Plus, I think Comet is lonely, himself. Next week he won’t be lonely. because Susans dogs are coming over for a week. But after that, I think I will start looking a rescue dog to adopt. Maybe a Jack Russell terrrier, or a Westie or even another Wheaton mix, I just met a need wheaton terried this monrning and I will find out where he came from. I jsut don’t want to get another dog that I will love more than Comet. THat would really hurt him and I don’t want to hurt him, I just want to give him a friend to hand out with. That’s why I was thinking about a smaller dog. Oh well.
I really want to try to type into this blog daily, its as good as writing in a journal, but it doesn’t give the sensual/tactical experience or writing witth a pen. I think I will start my 1 year to live over again, and stop smoking this week. I went to work out Friday morning and could smell cigarettes on my clothes. Disgusting. I finally put on another patch, in the eveneing, and it seemed to work ok. I finally could read, at least I could read with one eye open, because of the double vision, and I went to sleep around midnight.
This morning when I got up and took Comet for his walk, at 5:30. I automatically expected that Buster would follow us on our way out, but of course, Buster isn’t there so Comet and I went by our selves. YEah, I think I need to start doing the One Year to Live practice again.
To: Barack Obama,
Listen, all that good rhetoric that Amnesty International says follows
what I really want to say. Listen! you need to just tell that MF that
you are going to put the detainees, the ones with evidence against
them that can be used in court, in the prison that is closest to his
back yard, and if he doesn’t like it, he should go take a flying leap
into the cesspool that he and GW Bush left this country in.
Listen! you have 60 senators. Tell the republicans to get real. What
they say doesn’t matter in the least because they are stupid, mean,
cruel people whose hearts ( if they have them) are not in the right
place. Listen! Tell them that you get more flies with honey than
vinegar, and they have been pushing vinegar on the people of the US
for long enough. We have learned our lesson. If what they stand for is
what Christianity is all about, we should become a Buddhist nation.
Listen! There is no other way to say it; Just tell them to fuck off.
There, I’ve said it. I managed to find compassion for Bush in the last
days of his term, it took a lot of meditation to do that. I could
never find that compassion for Cheney. He is a mean person. Tell him
to go live in China. He would fit in well there. (On the other hand, I
would have loved to see what would have happened to him during the
cultural revolution… reeducation time, baby!).
Oh… and close gitmo right now!
But wait, there is more…
I want you to investigate and prosecute those responsible for torture.
According to the bipartisan Senate Armed Services
Committee report, the previous administration’s Office of Legal
Counsel “distorted the meaning and intent of anti-torture laws” and
“rationalized the abuse of detainees in U.S. custody.”
Please help establish and support a non-partisan, independent
commission of distinguished Americans to examine, and provide a
comprehensive report on policies and actions related to the
detention, treatment, and transfer of detainees after 9/11 and the
consequences of those actions, and to make recommendations for future
policy in this area. Such a commission needs to be independent, backed
by the full force of law, and adequately funded.
The U.S. government has a legal obligation to prosecute grave breaches
of the Geneva Conventions. I ask that you help establish this
commission of inquiry to live up to obligations and to help hold
perpetrators of abuse accountable. Moreover, I ask that you ask
Attorney General Eric Holder to launch a criminal investigation into
abuses and hold those responsible for violations accountable.
Finally, I would like you to ensure that the Administration produces
and publishes all remaining relevant policy memos that argued for,
documented, and established the basis for coercive interrogation,
detainee treatment and policy in the last administration. It is
important that we expose the truth about the abuses that were
committed in our name and hold the guilty responsible so that these
abuses do not happen again. Please let me know of your actions to hold
abusers accountable, and to uphold our obligations under law.
And in addition…
You need to go after the CEO’s and CFO’s and bankers and all those guys who caused this economic meltdown just so they could line their own pockets with filthy lucre. What they did shows the real intention of the previous administrations lack of compassion for the common folk who live and work in the USA. And you need to pay special attention to all those guys who floated housing securities and then bet against them; like Goldman Sachs and their partners. They created the market and then bet that it would fail, talk about playing both ends. It didn’t cost them their houses, in fact, they made millions on shorting the market that they created in the first place. They knew it was easy to take advantage of people who can’t keep up with the money boys, its like selling encyclopedias; every salesmen knows that they can sell more in a poor neighborhood than in an upper middle class one because there are people there who are trying to climb out of a hole that someone else put them in, and they want to give their kids any advantage they can give them. Or at least that’s the way it was before the internet and Wikipedia.
THey need to pay for what they did. They need to give back those millions or billions and then pay a penalty on top of that. Maybe they would have a little more compassion if they were forced into the same wealth class as the rest of us.
We have to make people know that greed is a bad thing, that it hurts people who are just trying to live a good American life with the hope that their kids will have a better world to live in than they had growing up. That is the American dream and we have lost it because of the Bushes and Rayguns and Cheney’s. Kids today know that it is unlikely that they will do better than their parents, and in fact, they are probably right in that, but you have to make sure that know who caused this problem because Fox news (sic) is going to tell them that you caused it and that the Bushes ruled over the golden years.
Get out there and fight dirty. Make sure you point the finger at the right people, the ones on top. Do something!
Stephen R Lasky
This article isn’t related, I just wanted to see what it said and sticking it in here was they easiest solution for that.
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We elected Barak Obama because we wanted to end these wars. You know, the ones Bush started with no justification, but he hasn’t done it yet. Now that the health care bill has been past (whether we think that it was adequate or not) it is time to get back to ending the slaughter of innocent civilians in Iraq and Afganistan. In fact, it is time for the US to end ALL military action in that region. Just take a look at the video on wikileaks.com. It shows the slaughter of at least 8 adults and two children by helicopter gun ships. (I don’t know whether they were “gun ships”, I just know that they were helicopters with 30 caliber cannons who fired on two newsmen, one of whom was taking a picture of them with a long lens).
Its time to end these wars. Its time to end all wars except the war on global warming. A real worthwhile target for all that aggression would be companies who polute our atmosphere and people who deny global warming altogether.
And then I read in the paper this morning that Patty Murray has been receiving death threats because of her vote on the health care bill. Haven’t these tea-baggers ever heard of the constitution and representative democracy? We accompliish things in this country tby reasoned debate, or at least that is the way it is supposed to be, but Fox News has corrupted their listeners with so much hate that our form of government is no longer safe. So put Fox News on the list of things that deserve aggressive action. I mean the goverment needs to start regulating these entertainment stations (they can’t be called news stations) and make sure that they present a fair and reasoned debate with both sides equally represented. That, at least, is in the realm of what the government should be doing. They need to protect those of us who still believe in our form of government from the right wing fascists. I’m sorry for calling them names, but they aren’t Americans and what they espouse sounds like fascism to me.
Enough, its time you grew some cajones and stood up to the right wing in this country. They really aren’t the majority even if Fox News keeps telling them they are, and yoiur inaction gives weight to their mistaken beliefs.
Do something!! Stop the wars!! Move to a real health care reform, not what the insurance industry forces down our throats so they can pay their CEOs exhorbitant salaries and their execs bonuses. Come On Barak!! Do Something!!
Check this video out:
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and soon at Picasa (I like the association with maps on Picasa). I’ve gone through the catalog of passable pictures and re-massaged them with Curves and crops so they concentrate more on the places that we visited. Not that you can tell where we were, but I decided that I spent too much time concentrating on faces and didn’t spend enough time on the physical surroundings that we found ourselves in.
While I was reevaluting the images, I found a lot of shots of the Taj Mahal. Thats the building (right), not the singer (left). That must be the most photographed building in the world. Part of the reason there are so many is that I finally hit a spot in the golden hour when the sun was shining. I hadn’t had that opportunity anywhere else during our travels. Or at least, this was the first time that I was at a photogenic site when the conditions were right.
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I have no idea when the last time I saw some without double vision unless I close one eye. I can even see what I am typing here without db vision making it hard to see whether what I type makes sense. Bummer.
I ordered my iPad. Got the best you could get; 64 gigs of storage space and 3G + wifi. That the best you can get at this time. I will have to sign up for this with ATT even though I already have it for my iPhone. I figure I will just add the 3G when I know that I will be out of range of a wifi connection. Its going to be sooo coool.
utube says the address that I uploaded this video to (despite the fact that its too long… I’ve seen other long vids on Utube, like the IPL (that is the Indian Premier League.. Cricket… for those of you who don’t know). videos… the URL is
This is a short discussion of Ashoka’s Pillar by Stephen Batchelor with the Sangha on the Footsteps pilgrimage, although we weren’t a sangha yet when this was filmed.
Hmm, filmed, it wasn’t filmed, it was recorded on digital video. Filmed… that whole term may be becoming obsolete. Its pretty amazing how fast things are changing now. The digital revolution is not only here, if you don’t watch out, it will just pass you by, its moving so fast. All the old geezer’s are going to get left in the dust (I don’t include myself in that old geezer catagory this time).
/As soon as I figure out a quick way to make ten minute segments of the teachings that I recorded on the pilgrimage, I will get them up on UTube or on picassa or both.
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I was looking at the updated page for peripheral neuropathy. I don’t remember some of the things I saw there, but now the more recent symptoms that I have been experiencing make sense. Things like the loss of balance. I had been thinking that it was just because I can’t feel my feet, but I think it is more than that. I think that the neuropathy itself has affected my balance. According to the wikipedia page I can expect a lot more degeneration in my normal functioning. More loss of balance, more loss of muscle mass and strength. More loss of sexual function. More digestive problems, more bladder problems, more loss of feeling in both my hands and feet, well, there can’t be much more in my feet, they already have no feeling.
This is really a bummer because I have been thinking that I the loss of balance I have been noticing when I walk Comet is not really happening. I have been thinking that my ability to just get down the street is not real, its a figment of my imagination, and that I really can walk, but maybe it is real. Maybe I really do look like a spaz when I walk down the street.
I know that I am not walking as fast as I used to walk. I remember when I used to go camping and there was only one guy in our group who walked as fast as I did. Michael Denby Doran. He and I used to just go off on our own and let the rest of the people get them at their own speed. Now, I would be lucky if I could get there at all. Just trying to stay upright on the sidewalk is a problem. I sure hope that I don’t have to cross any streams or anything like that, because I would probably fall in.
Even walking down a set of stairs has been a big problem lately. I know that this morning, going down the stairs at the health club, I felt like I had to hang on to the banister or I wouldn’t make it. I even have trouble going down the 4 steps on my front porch now. Holding on to Comet’s leash at the same time as walking down the steps seems more difficult now than it did a few weeks ago. I thought that that was a figment if my imagination, but maybe it isn’t.
I wonder how long this degeneration will take. I wonder how long I will take this degeneration.
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Or at least I have lost the text in the body of the posts. All I see are the titles and extracts. I would like to go back to the day before yesterday, which was the last time I saw the pages the way they are suppose to be seen.
I have no idea what my animals are going to do when I am on my trip. They have gotten so used to a predawn walk that when I am not ready by 6:15, they enter the harassment phase and insist that I get out of bed, dressed, and on the road, The people who are house sitting for me (Lars and Mary) are on vacation. They may not want to get up at 6 AM. I would not blame them if they objected to being harassed before day light. Maybe I am giving Comet and Buster (Dog and Cat respectively) too much say about when and where I an willing to walk them.
I think I am having separation anxiety about going off for a month without them. No, I know that it is separation anxiety but I am sure that they will be well cared for.