Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness

This is a little-known but truly amazing area near Farmington, NM, which is about 4 hours from us. We went out there the weekend before we closed on the new house in Santa Fe.

We took a short hike in the evening on the day we arrived.

I was taking last minute calls from my real estate agent. Can you believe I had cell tower out here? Everything had to be done before the weekend, because we were closing on Monday morning. Real estate agents work all weekend, but title companies don’t.

The red rocks on the gray sand in the evening light.

Well, it beats carving in tree bark.

We stayed the night in the camper van, and then we went on a long hike the next day. Here I am the next morning, going up, up and up, with my little doggie duckings behind me.

Oh no, now I’ve got to get back down again! John says, “Here we can get down here.” Uhh…are you freaking kidding me? You want me to go down there?

I can’t get down this! I was terrified. John had to come back up and lead me down.

We made it! I’m alive! I’m just going to sit here and drink my green tea with my puppy until my pulse returns to something like normal.

Not your ordinary lawn sculptures.

Wow, this is fantastic!

Surreal.

That log on the rock behind the dogs is not wood. It’s completely petrified. It’s just stone.

Here’s some more petrified wood. It’s amazing, it’s not wood, it’s stone.

It’s hard to believe, but it’s all rock.

Here’s the petrified log in the foreground, and in the background is the ridge John climbed. Yes, seriously, he climbed to the top of that. 

There he is, do you see him there on the top waving his arms? He’s a crazy bastard.

Here’s a picture of me and the dogs that he took from the top.

More amazing scenery.

Aww, she’s so cute!

John’s sorta cute too. 

How does that rock even stay up like that?

Here’s another rock. 

Hey, you said it, not me. I’m just taking pictures of rocks.

More coming soon

It’s been days and days since I’ve posted! My poor loyal fans, you must be in withdrawal! Oh? You haven’t noticed the lack of posts? You’ve been too busy with the holiday season. Yes, there is that.

Well brace yourselves. I’ve got a slew of photos and ideas just waiting! The onslaught of new blog posts is coming. Meanwhile, I thought you’d enjoy this little gem – my fortune cookie is exceedingly apropos.

Now we need 2 friends

I just bought a pair of tickets to this really cool Japanese drumming show in Santa Fe next April! http://www.drum-tao.com/main/english

Problem is, when I went to put it in the calendar, I saw that I had already bought two tickets to that same show! Back in July! Ugh, how was I supposed to know that? What was I doing buying tickets back in July, for an April, 2018 show?

Watch – I’ll forget again and buy two more in March. It’s a good show! Every time I see it advertised, I want to go! Give me a couple more months and I might have 4 extra tickets. Or six!

At the moment I have two extra tickets. They are in the front row of the Mezzanine, about 6 seats away from my first pair of tickets. I am at least  consistent in my madness.

Allergies

I want to talk about allergies. Just your regular hay fever and sneezing-at-a-cat type of allergies, not the epi-pen type. But first, I need to talk a little bit about migraines. In generally I’ve been doing very well and have not had very many migraines lately. That may come as a surprise, because obviously I’ve been very stressed and very busy recently. But for me there’s not really any correlation between stress and migraines. I’ve had a lot of stressful and busy times in my life, and luckily, my migraines don’t get worse during those times.

I think the misnomer about stress and migraines develops because some of the most common types of headaches, such as tension headaches, are caused or worsened by stress. But migraines aren’t like those kinds of headaches. Migraines originate in the brain stem and are similar to seizures. They aren’t caused by muscular tension.

Everyone thinks of migraines as a bad headache, because the head pain can be severe. But actually, it’s fairly common to have a migraine without any head pain. Adding to the confusion, a lot of migraines without head pain aren’t correctly diagnosed as migraines. So a lot of people don’t realize that the headache part of the migraine is just one of many symptoms, and sometimes it’s not even a symptom at all.

It’s true that one of the things I do to help relieve secondary migraine symptoms is a type of face exercise. But I’m not actually decreasing the number of migraines, because migraines start in the brain stem. I’m just managing symptoms. There is a fair amount of swelling and inflammation during a migraine, and that inflammation puts pressure on a nerve behind my sinuses, which can worsen the pain. My face exercises lift and spread some of the underlying facial muscles, relieving some of the pressure due to inflammation.

My migraines are usually caused by my immune system kicking into gear. I’ll get them if I’m fighting off a cold, or if people around me have colds even if I don’t end up showing symptoms. Airplane travel and public events will trigger an immune reaction because of all the contagions floating around.

I’ll also get migraines if I have an allergy to something, because allergies trigger the immune system. For example, there is a pesticide or herbicide that I’m sensitive to (or a set of them), but I don’t know which one(s). Whatever it is, my immune system doesn’t like it and swings into gear, so I definitely do better when I eat organic food. Luckily, I know a lot about keeping the immune system calm, because we have autoimmune disease in the family. So there’s a lot of lifestyle and dietary things that I know how to do.

Now here’s the problem. It’s something I’ve suspected for awhile, but our recent living arrangements have confirmed it. I’m allergic to my dogs. I’m not extremely allergic to them. But I’m definitely sort of allergic.

I’m reluctant to admit that because in our household, I’m the one who always wants more pets. And John’s the one trying to keep the number down to something reasonable. So the last thing I need to do is give him ammunition to keep me from ever getting another dog again!

It’s discouraging. I spend so much effort with special diets and other difficult compromises in my life. I forgo so many things in order to stay healthy. And now I’m having to admit that my favorite, wonderful dogs are likely part of the problem. When I’m around my dogs, first I get acne, then I feel under the weather, and then I get migraines.

As with most things that excite the immune system, this is just one of many factors. We’re exposed all day long to things that get the immune system ramped up. What can I do? I’m not going to live my life in a bubble. If I didn’t have dogs, my immune system would just get spun up about something else. So I’m not going to worry about it. The dogs and I are moving into the new Santa Fe house soon! I miss them.

Guardianship

I quit reading the regular news because it’s so sensationalized. My preference would be long, in-depth, balanced and carefully researched, informative articles. What I’ve ended up reading lately has about 4 of those 5 characteristics. Everything except for balanced. I’ve been reading long exposés. I’ve found a number of magazines that have at least one long article per issue.

I’ve read about Monsanto’s criminal cover-up of the results of studies showing adverse health effects of Roundup (glyphosate). I’ve read about people being brainwashed into admitting to committing murders they never had any connection to. I read about how we will soon be falling in love with robots who look and act like humans.

I recently read a very detailed article blaming the opioid epidemic on one particular family-owned company, and by the way, the statistics in this article about the extent of the opioid epidemic are stunning.  (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/10/30/the-family-that-built-an-empire-of-pain)

But the article that moved me to sit down and blog is this one:

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/10/09/how-the-elderly-lose-their-rights

This is simply horrifying. People in the guardianship business can target total strangers (whom they think have money) and get cooperative doctors and judges to grant them guardianship, even when their families are actively caring for them. And this is done in secret, without the elders or their families knowing about it. Their rights are completely stolen; they are literally kidnapped.

It’s a one-sided article, granted. But even if it were only 20% true, this is really, really not ok. The part that horrified me is that this could happen to people like us. I know that sounds self-oriented, but that’s the reality. As astounding horrific as the opioid epidemic is – I’m not actually expecting it to directly impact my family. (Except that it’s going to bankrupt our country and destroy huge numbers of lives.) This guardianship thing though – it sounds like something that could happen to us.

In the lead example of the story, the elderly couple were healthy, and their house was clean, and they were showing up to appointments, and getting their groceries, and handling life fine, and their daughter was visiting them DAILY. And they were simply taken from their house one day, with no warning, and their house and all their possessions were seized and sold, and their daughter couldn’t do anything about it. It took her two days of searching to even find where her parents had been taken. No one knew it was coming. I can’t even wrap my brain around the fact that that this could happen.

In this particular situation, the “guardian” was indicted, but mainly because she grossly inaccurately stated the situation. The process of “guardians” who are in this business for a living and have a network of doctors and judges who go along with them, taking vulnerable elderly strangers as “wards” and liquifying their assets, is actually legal if done properly.

“…private guardians appear to gravitate toward patients who had considerable assets…April Parks (a private guardian), after receiving a tip from a social worker, began cold-calling rehabilitation centers, searching for a seventy-nine-year-old woman…who had seven hundred thousand dollars and no children. Parks finally found her, but her physician wouldn’t sign a certificate of incapacity, “The doctor is not playing ball,” Parks wrote to her lawyer. She quickly found a different doctor to sign the certificate…” And a judge signed off on it.

It’s apparently a big problem in areas that attract retirees, such as Las Vegas, Palm Beach, Sarasota, Naples, San Antonio, and our own Albuquerque. There’s more info here, http://aaapg.net/, including recent cases and news on a state-by-state basis. And glancing at the New Mexico articles, it doesn’t appear to be only cases with “considerable assets” unless you define “considerable” way lower than I would.

I need my parents, and Monica and John, and Emily and Steven to read this (I’m only leaving out Mark because I don’t think reads this blog). If that link doesn’t work for you, let me know and I’ll send you a photocopied version.

GO BACK AND CLICK ON THE LINK

Ok, I know you don’t have time right now. Put it on your calendar for when you do. Thanks 🙂

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/10/09/how-the-elderly-lose-their-rights

Internal clock

Dragging one’s ass out of bed in the morning is a challenge for many people, because who gets enough sleep with everything we want to get done during waking hours? The daily routine of repeatedly hitting the snooze button and groping for coffee is a basis for a lot of humor in our culture, because who can’t relate to that?

Except those who don’t. There’s a reasonable number of people who wake up automatically, shortly before the alarm would have gone off – if they had even bothered to set one. Those lucky dogs, right? Or maybe not always. Those lucky dogs are probably the ones that rarely go out at night because they’re going to snore through the concert, or stand like zombies at the party when everyone else is just getting going.

A week and a half ago we had a time change. Much of the population rejoiced, “An extra hour of sleep!” Yeah. Maybe. For some people. For one day. Whoo-hoo.

But think for a moment about the impact on the “I don’t need an alarm” segment of the population. The fall time change is brutal! It’s been a week and a half, and they are all still waking up the same time as ever. Except now it’s an hour too early. That’s an hour of lost sleep every night – for weeks!

I will probably not manage to reset my clock until Thanksgiving or Christmas break, when I can sleep in far enough, for enough consecutive days, to manage to completely override my internal clock. But for now – I get done coaching at 8:00 or 8:30 and I’m going straight to bed. Don’t bother trying to call me. Call me in the morning. Anytime after about 4:40 AM.

Moving help is on the way

The big news for today is I found someone to help us move. I had been of the opinion that we should hire a local moving company (providing a truck and a couple of guys for a total of  about $125/hr., which I think is quite reasonable). But John was quite adamant that he did not want a moving company; he just wanted one teenager. As if that would be easier to find! And, somehow it fell onto my shoulders to find a teenager, even though I had already found a local moving company that reviewed well, and was available when we needed.

So I set out to find a teenager. John nixed Craigslist (for good reason, you never know what you’re going to get.) Problem is, we are not all that well connected. I don’t know very many people at work yet, and the ones I do know have two-year-olds, or their kids are grown and moved away. John didn’t know anyone either. So I started emailing people who might know someone, who might know someone, who might…and not hearing anything back. So I was definitely getting grumpy about the whole thing, particularly since I had found a moving company, and I preferred a moving company, and I was getting tired of being the one who had to implement John’s preference when it wasn’t going very well.

Meanwhile, we had a 3-day weekend and went hiking in the Bisti (Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness). We came back with some excellent photos, by the way, but we took over 400 photos and I can’t imagine how I’m going to weed those down to 5 or 6 for the blog. I just can’t even comprehend trying to do that.

Anyway, we decided to come home Saturday night instead of Sunday morning, so I went to church this morning. I sat down in an empty pew and the next thing I know, a tall thin teenager sat down right next to me, and another one next to him. I’m looking over at them thinking, oh yeah, that’s what I need!

I don’t know anyone at this church, but a little ways into the service, we all get up and shake hands and greet each other. Typically, that’s my very least favorite part of the service – it’s really not my thing. But today, I was all excited to get to that point in the service, because I was going to offer that kid a job!

But before we all get up to greet each other, the really little kids go up front and hear a short kid sermon, which of course is very cute. But little did I realize, the entire youth leaves at that point, not just the little ones! The moment the little kid’s were done up front, all the teens got up and left too!

And I was thinking, dang, I missed my chance! I was also thinking, wouldn’t it have been nice to have youth programs during the service when we were young?  For everyone, even the teens? Maybe John wouldn’t have objected to church so much!

After the service I went up to the pastor and tried to describe the teen, and he said, “Oh yeah, that’s my son.” Oh! Oops, it seems like I should have known that? But in my defense, the pastor and his family have been on a sabbatical basically since when I started attending this spring, and they’ve only been back for a couple of weeks.

His son appeared at that moment, and the pastor introduced us, and now we’ve got our moving help! His name is Santiago, and that’s now officially my total favorite name. Carina’s little boy’s name is Santiago, and my pastor’s son is Santiago too. I’ve never met a Santiago, and now I’ve met two in two weeks. It’s so cool; how many 4-syllable male names do we even have in this country? I can’t even think of another one. Ok, you’re right, there is Alexander. But I’ve never met an Alexander who didn’t go by Alex, so that doesn’t count.

4 houses going on 2

As most of you remember, our initial attempt to purchase the Santa Fe townhome hit a snag when the appraisal came in many thousands of dollars lower than the agreed-upon purchase price.

In order to bridge the gap, we negotiated a somewhat lower purchase price (basically split the difference), and then we went with a new lender in order to  get a new appraisal. The new appraisal came in yesterday, quite a lot higher than the first appraisal, and it meets (slightly exceeds) the new, lower, purchase price. We have bridged the gap! This morning they approved the loan, and we are set to close on Monday morning!

It all worked out great. We got a lower purchase price, and all it cost us was an extra month’s rent (due to the delay) and the cost of the second appraisal. (And the hassle of getting a thousand documents to a second lender, and some nail biting.)

We’ve given notice to both the landlords; for the rental in Placitas and the casita in Santa Fe. We’re keeping both places until the end of December, to give ourselves plenty of time to get moved. I’m really looking forward to January when we’ll only have 2 residences. Four is ridiculous!

The remodel isn’t livable yet, so I was thinking worst case scenario, John could commute from Santa Fe until it’s ready. But he says no, he’ll move in anyway, even without a kitchen. He used to eat Corn Chex with nut butter for dinner, but lately it’s been Fritos with hot sauce. So who needs a kitchen?

He does make some nice meals on the weekend though, so I guess he’ll just have to spend weekends in Santa Fe. Because I’m staying in Santa Fe all 7 days of the week until there’s a kitchen in Placitas!

One thing I am noticing this past month is that I haven’t been at all nervous alone at home at night in the casita. And that’s not always the case in Placitas. When I was in Placitas and John was on business trips, I could get a little on edge at night. I’m not sure what the difference is.

It could be the wind, which is significantly stronger out there in the hills in Placitas than in this dense, older section of Santa Fe. And that wind makes some weird noises!

Or it could be because the casita’s so small that it feels cozy, and there aren’t any long hallways with dark rooms lurking in the distance. Or it could be because the casita is attached on two sides to Marcy and Steve’s house. Or it even could be the courtyard – both doors open into a small, completely enclosed courtyard, with a locking gate.

I also wonder if it’s the dogs, who have been with John in Placitas recently. You would think that having dogs around would help me feel safer, but they get edgy when there’s little noises, and I wonder if I pick up that sense of concern from them. Kai in particular is always looking around and growling for no apparent reason. Or if I set my coffee cup down on the desk with a thunk, he starts barking. Is it possible to pick up nervousness from one’s own dogs?

Or maybe I’ve just been too busy and exhausted to notice that I’m home alone at night. I’ve been coaching every evening, at least one and often two clients per night. So it’s pretty close to bedtime by the time I’m done working for the day.

I’m hoping I have the same sense of security in the new townhome. It’s also small, although not as small as the casita. It’s closer to the edge of town so it will get a little more wind than the casita, but it’s still quite protected. The backyard is enclosed, but the front isn’t. That is one thing I want to do someday. It’s very common in New Mexico to have front courtyards and well as walled backyards, and I definitely plan to put one in.

I don’t know anything about the neighbor in the other half of the duplex (I don’t know why they call it a townhome – it’s a duplex). I’ll make a point to meet them as soon as I get moved in. It would be great if they were friendly. It’s too much to ask to have a best friend for a neighbor (wouldn’t that be amazing?!), but I do hope they’re at least nice enough.

I actually want to buy the other half of the duplex someday (John is rolling his eyes as he reads this). No seriously, what’s the point of owning half a duplex? I’ll own the other half someday. You just wait.

Anyway, here is the unglamorous appraisal cover photo (so unlike the marketing photos!) Plus the landscaping is suffering from it being empty for so long. It’s not looking all that impressive in this picture.

However it’s a lot better picture than the first appraisal cover photo; that guy just had it in for us. Mmmm, nice, who wouldn’t want this house? Or…maybe not so much.

My own shot  – note the emphasis on the landscaping, oh yes, there’s a house back there somewhere.

And the marketing shot – good balance, good light – yep, that’s the one!

All about knives

Actually I should title this, “a little bit about knives” because otherwise it would have to be a book, and I’m not really all that into it.

I decided to buy a good set of knives for the townhome, so John and I have been doing research. Here’s a photo of Global knives, which is a Japanese brand that sells well in the US.

 

Basically, your options are German knives or Japanese knives. In general, the German knives are heftier and withstand more abuse. They are a slightly softer alloy, which means they are less brittle and less likely to chip or break. They also get duller faster. Two big names in German knives are Wüsthof and Henckels, with Henckels being more affordable and probably the better value.

There are also differences with the angle and shape of the blade. I believe that some traditional Japanese knives only bevel one side, but I don’t have a picture example of that. What I do have is a photo of the difference between a Global bevel and what would be a typical German bevel on the right:

I went with the Global knives (in the top photo), even though that is clearly going to be a more delicate blade. I’ll need to put up a sign in my kitchen, “Do not twist or pry with my knives!! Do not slam blade against a hard surface!!”

The other issue with Global is they will rust, and they will rust quickly, and I don’t think there’s much you can do about it once they have rusted. Here’s a photo off the internet of what happened to someone’s Global when they tossed it in the kitchen sink for a few hours. Oops! And it goes without saying that these are not dishwasher safe.

So I’ll need another sign that says, “Hand wash and dry knives thoroughly, IMMEDIATELY!” And pretty soon my kitchen won’t be a homey, warm and welcoming place, it will be full of threatening signs about keeping your paws off my knives.

But in reality, we don’t do much entertaining, and if we did, we’d probably do it at the house in Placitas (if the remodel gets finished in our lifetime). So it’s just a few family members I’ll have to train. They’re up for it, right guys?

Halloween Office Party in Costume

Here is my boss, Carina, isn’t she beautiful? (and even more so in real life, without the inked eyebrow.)

Can you guess who she is dressed up as?  A lot of people knew who she was, because the culture here is so closely tied to Mexico. I’m embarrassed to say, I did not catch the reference myself. She is dressed as Freda Kahlo.

Here she is with her little pumpkin! His name is Santiago.

Rebecca is Suzie Wong of Hong Kong. I didn’t catch that reference either. I just thought she was a geisha.

I’m generally not very good at guessing who people are, because I don’t watch TV or movies or read about celebrities on the internet or anything like that.

A witch – I figured that one out. Love the shoes!

And batman. This is Kyle, the other new employee on our team. Once Carina is gone there will only be 3 of us, and Kyle and I are both brand-new. Luckily he’s really smart and patient with everything.

I don’t know what the purple goggle thing is. I believe it’s a well-known TV/movie cartoon character. You will probably recognize it. Anyway, this is Kristina, and she’s head of the admin staff, and she’s excellent. She’s the one who helped me with the phone fiasco, and she kept a great sense of humor about it all.

I did understand the redacted costume, lol. Course it says “redacted” right on the costume. Now if everyone would just label their costumes, I’d be in better shape!