The unusual facts about this particular guest: he is from Africa; he is a pastor; son in law met him on the internet; son in law and pastor are not from the same denomination; they never met before this week.
Son in law writes a column about the 12 step program that he is associated with, pastor is an avid follower, 2/3 of a world away.
This man walks two miles to pay for internet, which he does. He lives “off grid” not because is a greenie and is experimenting with alternative living, but because that is how it is where he lives. Services we take for granted just aren't available there.
All of daughters family and the pastor will have a richly rewarding experience I am sure, and I am a wee bit envious!
I remember the joy of having one of Miriam's cousins families (I had not met them before and have not seen them since) stay with us many years ago. They were going a good drive south of us to work and we were a good stopping spot.
We were blessed.
Unfortunately, in our age of faux prosperity, we would prefer to go a professional innkeeper, so we won't inconvenience some one else, yet we would be honored to have some one visit us.
Grandson Alan was 20 yesterday. Of course, I had hoped to find a really cute picture of him when he was 4, but my ability to loose pictures shines again. Alan is finishing his 2nd year of college. He is a good kid, I am very proud of him. Even though he may not agree, his eduction is just beginning!
I subscribe to a site called: Wrecked Exotics. They send out a fistful of pictures each week.
These are fancy, expensive cars. Some as cheap as a new Corvette, but some are in the million dollar bracket.
And they are all wrecked. Sometimes lavishly so.
There is a very brief explanation with each photograph. More often than not the owner loaned the car to a young friend, who, while driving at high speed “lost control.” Speed is almost always mentioned.
Sometimes the borrower walks away and sometimes they don't.
Another common scenario is the one where someone “test drives” the car. Sometimes it is being delivered to the owner, and sometimes the owner purchased the car earlier, but not very much.
These are not regular cars, like the rest of us drive. Being spendy, for one thing, includes the ability to go extremely fast in extremely short periods of time. The temptation abounds. Why, logic goes, should you drive at 55 or 60 when this car can easily do 200?
I know it is sick humor and I know I am demented to find any of it entertaining, but I do on both counts!
In case I have not shamed your curiosity enough yet, here is the URL: http://www.wreckedexotics.com
My friend David is healing, but slowly. He is off pain medication and is able to get around a bit more.
His head is doing fine and he is frustrated that he cannot "do" more, which is a good sign.
I did hear back from my congressman. What I need to be "appointed" the "designated payee." Wow. I have to be appointed to look after my wife. Thought my marriage license had something to do with that.
It continues to rain. We live in the desert, we get less than 10 inches of rain a year, sometimes a lot less, but this spring we have had rain. We don't get the kind of rain that is really wet, but that light rain that keeps desert rats from doing anything outside!
My shrink (if I had one) would say I was acting out my laziness.
IT was the part of the man that tells me what my property is worth so they can tax it.
Sensibly they decided my house was worth less than the year before. They even lowered the value of the lot the house sits on, which reflects a bit of good sense as well.
But the computer looked at my garden and blew a bit or byte. I have .8 of an acre (after a few right of ways are deducted) and the computer said: “Ahh, not one but two building lots!”
So they quadrupled the value of that small plot, as they kept the value of my aging shop/studio the same.
This has happened before.
I will make a trip to the proper office and ask if they would issue a couple of building permits on this valuable piece of property. They will look grim and I will smile. “It is a little scrap of land between a canal and a ditch. There is no legal access. It cannot ever be a building lot. It will always be a garden, an unsaleable one.”
They will say they will check it out and in a week or three I'll get a letter saying that indeed the property is really worth even less than it was last year.
He is moving back to Seattle. His job here went very sour and he is returning to his roots.
I met him on a camping trip, they were neighbors at the campsite. We discovered we went to the same church. I never forgot his name.
But now he is leaving. He and his adorable wife and kids. I will miss them. We are not really close friends, I have never been to his house or he to mine, but he is one of those who come into your life and add color and flavor and richness.
He moves this week
"Did you have a house to sell?" I asked.
"Yes, and we have an offer."
"One you can live with?"
"Yes, but maybe not the bank. The offerer is for half of what we paid."
That is all I know. I did not ask more, he did not offer. I do know there is a long, complex story there.
I am sure that some of the chapters are breathlessly sad.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.