Child of the Earth

If you were expecting a photo of a new age, enviro-type girl, sorry to disappoint. But anyone who follows this blog shouldn’t be surprised by the insect.

The coils on the air-conditioner for the server room got clogged up with cotton and pigeon feathers, and I started getting messages from the server  that monitors the temperature that the server room was heating up late this afternoon. Of course, it was too late to get anyone from AirPro out to service the air-conditioner, so I had to go in, take apart the unit on the roof, split the coils and clean out all the cotton and stuff. The temperature on the PNM building read 103 degrees F.  When I got home we had to leave for a family gathering, so I didn’t get to ride today.

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Road King

Back on the bike — Day 2: My hiney hates me. It dreamt of sitting on the soft, wide seat of a Harley Road King instead of the thin, hard saddle on my Dean Titanium. My prostrate filed a law suit against me — charging abuse — while my legs looked longingly at the graves as I rode by the cemetery on Old Church Road, envious of the souls resting in them. Now my bones, muscles and joints are conspiring against me. I reminded my body that we have been through this many times before, and that all parts airing their grievances will soon come round and be happy that I’m riding again. They’ll come round eventually, but they’re determined to make me suffer in the meantime!  BTW The Jack Rabbit was a no show.

Back on the Bike

Back on the Bike — Day 1: After 10 miles of battling wind, and the humiliation of losing a 25 meter sprint to a Jack Rabbit, my prostate and periwinkle are paralyzed, my thighs are throwing tantrums, my knees have nothing nice to say to me, and my calves are contemplating cramping. The sky, clouds and sunset were beautiful; the rabbits foraging along the roadside, and the lizards scurrying about to get out of the way of my tires, and the birds riding the wind above me were great distractions — I had a wonderful time. I told the Jack Rabbit to meet me same time, same place tomorrow for a rematch.  Oh! I almost forgot.  I’m scheduled to be de-ported next month.

Fashion Spider

 

This tiny spider turned out to be quite fashionably dressed and color coordinated with Laurie’s purple cup it was getting a drink from.

I spent all morning at the Cancer Center to get the results of my PET scan. I’m still in remission; I will have another PET scan in 6 months and I can get my port taken out — all great news, but I got worn out waiting for it. Dr. Marshall said they are short on doctors, which had her running well over an hour behind schedule this morning.

Petit Prince & Vase

Our day was full of teaching, studying, cleaning house, and then entertaining family this evening. When I came back inside this afternoon from taking out the trash, the light on the vase and Petit Prince caught my eye. Laurie reads Le Petit Prince to Stretch and me while we waterboard Stretch. It’s great French practice and a nice distraction for Stretch.  I got the back-lit hollyhocks on my way back from one of my trips to the trash while cleaning the house this afternoon. The circle cuts in the petals make nice shapes, and a little grasshopper poked his head out from one of the hot pink hollyhocks to see what I was doing when I was composing the image. I don’t think the grasshopper is responsible for the circular cuts in the leaves.

Girl Fight

Tristan and David had their annual solstice party tonight. In days of old, the Vikings celebrated solstice by sitting around the mead hall drinking, eating, messing with their swords, making up icelandic sagas and fighting. In the modern age, we sit in the living room drinking, eating, messing with phones, making up call center sagas, and fighting. Apparently not much has changed over the past thousand years or so.

While I was photographing all the action tonight, I noticed Laurie’s shoes sitting on the oriental rug and thought they would make an interesting photo. When I pointed my camera at the shoes, everyone started yelling at me not to photograph them, then called me a weirdo for photographing the shoes. They recanted on the photo and agreed that it was interesting when I showed it to them on the camera’s screen, but they still think I’m a weirdo.