‘Musing’ Category

  1. New Mexico – Land of the Virgin Turn Signal

    February 15, 2012 by myeye

    We had rain, then sleet, then snow last night.  Although the roads were good from my home east of Los Lunas to the “Big I” (intersection of I-40 and I-25), I-40 was closed from Louisiana Blvd through the canyon and out to Moriarty — and the reverse, coming into town.  So, it took me a half hour to traverse the 28 miles from my home to the Big I, and another half hour to make the 1-1/4 mile trip to my exit.  The traffic was at a standstill with people trying to get from the lane that brought them through the interchange to the lane that they needed to get to their exit.  So, wall-to-wall cars all wanting to be in a different spot on the 6 or 7 lanes of the freeway — and almost none of them are using their signals.  How insane is that?  I try to be a courteous driver.  If someone signals, I will slow and let them merge into my lane, but do not flip me off if you have not signaled and I don’t let you in.  I am not Carmack the Magnificent.  It is my long held theory that if you buy a used car that has been driven exclusively in this State, the turn signals are brand new, never been used.  I need a bumper sticker New Mexico – Land of the Virgin Turn Signal.

    Once I parked at the office, I walked through the courtyard around which the complex is constructed.

    Isn’t this pretty?  The owner group has just obtained permission from the City Planning Commission to tear this place down.  That is supposed to happen next winter.  They plan to construct a retail center. It’s too bad because this is a lovely place to office.  The courtyard contains picnic benches, a putting green, a raised deck and lots of trees and grass.  It’s dog friendly.  I’ve been here for more than five years.  Sigh!


  2. I’ve Lost Another Friend

    January 11, 2012 by myeye

    When my friend Mike suffered a stroke and then a heart attack, it was our mutual friend Tom that found Mike unconscious on the floor of his home.  Yesterday Tom died.  My old friends are being picked off one by one.  That must be the meaning of “Winter of Our Discontent”.  There is so much left to do, but the group is getting smaller and smaller.


  3. 2011 Hasn’t Ended Yet — Shucks!

    December 29, 2011 by myeye

    There is still so much happening —

    It appears our Holmes will become a California boy.  We are working on the logistics now.  Once he is ensconced in his new home, we’ll share photos and information.

    Chase and Kearney and Susan will be heading into Georgia this weekend for a herding trial — I can’t think of a better way to spend New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.  Hopefully Chase will pay attention to Susan and think his way through the Advanced Sheep courses.  We could certainly use two Advanced legs.  The weather is supposed to be very nice — sunny and clear.

    I am at the office working on year end stuff.  Once the printer sent the Bulletin to the mail house, I was freed to catch up.  Wow!  I am so behind.

    This morning was a fabulous morning — there was no ice on my windshield.  It is supposed to be that way for the next few days.  That is such a welcome change — though it means the poopsicles in the dog yards should be removed.  It’s difficult to do that when you can’t see them.

    Enjoy the winding down part.  Although I have some really cool things to report in the year-end wrap-up, I am not sorry to see 2011 go away.  I’m really looking forward to 2012.


  4. Thanksgiving — on to Christmas

    November 25, 2011 by myeye

    We should have spread these holidays out more.  The dates are really pretty artificial so, it seems to me, we could give thanks in the Spring or Summer and then have Christmas in the winter.  Since I am in charge of nothing, that’s not going to happen.

    Tater’s on an airplane headed to Dallas this morning.  One of the Cargo guys that checked us in has Corgis (the other kind), and fell instantly in love with the little red guy with huge ears.  Tater told us all what he thought about being locked in a crate while we were walking around the Cargo office.  Look out Riley — your brother is a heathen!

    I am hopeful that when Tater shows up at the Alvarado shows this weekend, someone will fall madly in love with the little guy and ask Lisa to hand him over.  He deserves his own home.  He also definitely deserves to be a show puppy.  I so enjoyed having him at the house.  Nola particularly will miss him because they were best buds.  Holmes played with him quite a bit, however, Inca gave me the pitiful “Can’t you do something with him?” look.

    No herding today because it has rained since 10:00 last night — still raining steadily.  That has not deterred the Black Friday folks.  The mall parking lot is full.  People even lined up at Sams Club at 3:00 this morning.  They still had two of the Dyson that’s on sale — which is all I cared about.  Watch out dog hair!

    Nola and I are at the office.  I’m going to catch up on a couple of projects and then work on the Bulletin.  A few hours today and a few more after Obedience class tomorrow will make Monday very pleasant.


  5. Goodbye To A Friend

    November 23, 2011 by myeye

    When I was 14 — a freshman in high school — our parish church used to host “CYO” events.  That’s Catholic Youth Organization.  There was catechism and then a movie, dance, party of some sort.  I met an “older man” of 18 at the CYO events.  His name was Mike Scholl and we remained friends over the 50+ years since that initial meeting.  This past weekend, Mike didn’t know show up to play pool with some of the men.  One of them called Mike’s home several times.  There was no answer.  Tom decided to worry.  On Sunday, he drove to Mike’s home, saw Mike’s truck in the drive, but Mike did not answer his door.  Like many of us, Mike lives alone.  His home was in an area that has a facilities manager so Tom went to the management office.  The manager had the key to the house.  Mike was on the bedroom floor unconscious.  An ambulance took him to University Hospital and he dies there today.

    My name and number were on the folder that the manager had in his file.  So, I was contacted.  I knew Mike had two adopted daughters.  He and their mother had divorced in the early ’80s and he’s had no contact with them since the divorce.  Another of Mike’s friends who is a computer whiz, was let into Mike’s home on Monday.  He went through Mike’s computer and cell phone trying to find a link to one of the daughters.  He scoured FaceBook and found her.  He also found that she was a nurse at a small hospital in Texas.  He called the hospital, but she no longer worked there.  He messaged her on Facebook but she never responded.  Yesterday our hospital decided someone needed to do something for Mike.  He had not prepared an Advance Health Care Directive.  The doctors determined that he was brain dead; he was being kept alive on life support.  Mike’s other friends and I know Mike would not want that.

    I signed an Acknowledgement of Assumption of Authority for Health Care Decisions.  Last evening, one friend (who is a hospice consultant) and I went to the hospital and I authorized the doctors to remove Mike from life support.  We sat with him for a few hours.  His body was more relaxed once all the equipment had been removed.  The nurse set up a morphine drip to keep his lungs relaxed so his body did not become “air hungry”.  This morning at 7:00, Mike was still breathing on his own though totally non-responsive.  He passed away at 9:30.  The doctors determined he suffered a stroke, then had a heart attack.  He also had metastasized cancer.  He was so darned stubborn — would not go to the doctor — wouldn’t ask for help, though he gave help out to anyone that needed it.

    So why am I telling you all this?  Because it is not fair to ask a friend or a family member to make an end of life decision for you.  If you prepare an Advance Health Care Directive, people about whom you care will not be forced to decide whether you live or die.  I have done this once before for my mother when I was 19 years old and she was dying of cancer.  I do not ever want to make this choice for another person (other than myself) again.  The Advanced Directive form is easy to complete.  If any of you want a copy, I will email it to you — please, just ask me.

    Rest in peace, Mike Scholl.  My friend, I loved you for 52 years.