bye Rambo

These are quite the times. Freaking out from a friend's target practice gunshots in the mountains and walking home to drive to friends in Albuquerque, where I co-hospiced their beloved dog Rambo to his passing this morning. Grave-digging before breakfast. Now the locks are off the fridge he used to get into. I thanked him for modeling so well how to be yourself.

Considering the old apartment and a four-day commute, now that things have gone so sour at the land. It wasn't just the post-shooting spat, it's about not having a stove or fridge or shower, but it's especially about the propane leak and differences in core values with the landowner. Sorry I couldn't serve him better in his quest to restore his land-based vision. Maybe he's far enough along to garner the remaining support he needs, or just get it done on his own.

As for me, I think I'm headed into hospice volunteer work. I don't know if I'll try traveling to Latin America as planned, I have now so often failed at every aspect of farming, from relations to tearing up my ankle, to nearly blowing up a tractor, ruining a neighbors trees, and almost never getting anything to grow anywhere. Maybe get to Europe and watch the kids a bit in the spring, but otherwise hanging out remembering, one day at a time, this miracle of life.

Bye Rambo.