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Here is my warning that my may be cut off from on-line activity soon. This is my new joy for the day apparently as this computer, Terry's, is starting to act up and shut-down. Since mine lost its on-line ability the night before Terry died, when this one goes, I will vanish without warning. Bear that in mind, please.
The cluster bung continues unabated and I have never seen so many dropped balls in my life. With the exception of a couple of folks, the expression "If there is anything we can do to help ..." is one not meant to be seriously redeemed. And some help adds more stress than alleviates it. Still no word on when our access road might be repaired and made passable again after last week's horrendous rains and run-off. So far a no-show on the folks who promised to pick up my empty propane tanks and gasoline cans and deliver them to Virgil who will eventually perform a supply run. If the propane runs out, I will lose the freezer full of elk meat and other foods. If the gasoline runs out, no more generator electricity. Those supplies and the dog food will run out in less than a week ... hope the dogs don't get too much flatulence from eating thawed elk meat and the last of Terry's much loved ice cream. The diesel fuel tank was upended and fell off the stand in the BIG rain storm (the required containment tanks will float when immersed in a pool of flood waters - a brilliant idea). The water pump at the water tank died. Without the water pump, no bathing, no dish washing and the evaporative cooler will not work in this 90 degree heat spell so the fur friends and I just sit around swooning a lot, trying not to move at all. Aside from one night of sleep-over guests, it's been three weeks of being alone through the night and most of the days unless Earl stops by briefly on his well run. Hopefully the scumbags that stole Terry's ID have been finally stopped. And there are other upsetting, worrisome things that I care not to mention. There, that's just so I don't hear any "Hey, sounds like things are really coming together, babe, let's do lunch some time." Sorry if I sound unusually discouraged but July has sucked in record-breaking ways. Shall we see if August brings something better? Why not ... something has to give sooner or later ... and hopefully it won't be me. No comments needed on this one - hopefully I will be back soon with better news.
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This journal was about two old farts and their later-in-life attempt at creating an off-the-grid homestead in the remote desert Southwest. In July of 2008, the dream was upended by cruel fate but the adventures are remembered well and not yet done with the telling. Remember, your comments are my social life and important to me, especially so now.
