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The last day of September, and it was all clouds and fog and storm. It was beautiful. It was also powerful, and I mean that literally as much as metaphorically. It's still raining out there now, at nearly 10:30 at night, and after three days of this, it's now at the point where it's pooling on the surface of the ground, and everything's running with rivers of mud.
And we're the lucky ones. There are mudslides blocking the pass to Red River, rockfalls south in the Canyon, apparently a landslide north of Albuquerque, a dam failure predicted down in Doña Ana County, and a bridge failure between Magdalena and Socorro that has the road closed both directions, and the only detour is an extra 287 miles. Yes, you read that right. Two hundred and eighty-seven extra miles. People don't realize what distances really are out here.
But today's been a day. It was San G at the Pueblo, but we weren't going anyway, and definitely not in this weather. We had to get labs done, both of us [preparatory to finding new docs], I had to pick up a referral, and there were other tasks that couldn't wait, especially given the messy weather. The good news is that apparently not only was my referral already transmitted to the new rheumatologist; she apparently had already asked for, and also had already gotten, my medical records transferred, too. So presumably that means that all I have to do tomorrow is call up and schedule a first appointment.
Today was busy enough, and chaotic enough, to keep my mind largely off the markers. Nineteen years ago this afternoon, we had to say goodbye to our first dog jointly, BearGirl. It was brutal [and entirely unnecessary, but certain folks were negligent, and by the time we found out, it was too late]. She was a big, beautiful Newfie, and I held her across my lap on the ground while Ted handled the injection, Wings petting her constantly. I still remember the very first day I arrived up here, when she and Hunter saw me drive and came barreling across the north field at me, and tried to climb into the car under my feet. They let me know right then, in no uncertain terms, that I belonged to them now.
There are better markers, too, but right now, all the current stresses seem to be crowding them out. At least part of them medical stuff is resolved, but we've got a half-dozen other major things to resolve, too, mostly external crap that should have nothing to do with us, but bureaucrats . . . .
And I've still got to bring in a lot more sales through the end of the year. This year has been hellishly expensive already, and we've also got a couple of other big-ticket things to take care of this month, and that only happens if we make some sales now. And we can still use help with shares, testimonials, wishlist stuff I can't get to yet, etc. To that end, links are here:
- Sales here;
- Testimonials here;
- Amazon wishlist here [I'll be adding some new items soon, things we could really use but that I can't justify spending money on right now, like some sheets and towels];
- Patreon here;
- Ko-fi here.
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