I was just nominated to the state tourism board to represent the north-easten New Mexico Region. Nominated, not accepted yet. The county manager was tasked to submit a few names and my name was included.

There will be interviews and I believe this is a paid position. Most state board positions are paid. We’ll see.

• She’s breaking through her meds. The meds that temper her strangeness are the ones she’s breaking through.
• She’s not napping much anymore. If I’m home alone with her, which happens frequently, she wants to talk to me about her  strange life.
• I will not post the things she says since they are beyond comprehension at times.
• She thinks she’s funny. I think she’s strange.
• New meds arrived yesterday, so hopefully she will be stable again sooner than later.
• We have applied to get her on hospice and that is looking like it’s happening. Reason? Dr. Green, her doctor, is moving out of the area and this makes it so we don’t have to take her out of the house for any appointments.

I saw Barbara Hall this afternoon. She’s sounding better and looking fitter than last time I saw her. I had heard that her friend/helper had left, but that turned out to be wrong, he just parks in the garage and it was a mistaken assumption.

She leaves the area mid-May and heads to Henderson NV to live with a friend. This is the best place for her at this time. This area is not the same area she left some years back.

• Nina’s birthday was fairly uneventful.
• Tonight I’m taking her out to el Rialto. Same place as every other Tuesday in our life, but we love the food and the people there.
• I doubt Tori will come with since el Rialto is her most hated restaurant in the world.
• It’s better there when we’re alone anyway. We can interact with the other bar patrons easier.
• Yeah, we eat in the bar.
• Nothing really going on lately.
• Later.

Since tractors seem to play a large role in my mostly urban family, I figured I’d post my tractor woes. Last Thursday I towed my tractor to Las Vegas Diesel for repairs. Oil leak, nasty old muffler, battery not charging, and general service.

I stopped by with Erin after the bank and found the tractor missing the top half of the front section. My oil leak was actually 2 leaks on the same hydro tube and they had to remove all the top sheet metal. They are now searching for the needed fittings to fix this issue.

They also said that the muffler problem I’m having was broken brackets and they’re replacing them with new stainless brackets.

I also noticed that I have a new alternator in place, so I have to assume that my charging problem is now fixed.

My tractor is around the same age as me, well, maybe a few years younger, so it needs some TLC on occasion.

• Happy Birthday Nina!
• 30 again?
• I’m a lucky guy to have her in my life.
• If you’ve got her number, call her and wish her happy birthday.
• Wait until after 8:00 mountain time.

• I hate when our plans are put off because of employees not honoring their end of our agreement.
• I hate when I see something that foments hatred and I almost buy into it and post it here.
• I hate that I have to Google things to check their accuracy before posting it here.
• I hate cold weather on Sundays. Especially in spring.
• I guess that’s all I hate right now.

Pretty minor shit really, but it still ticks me off.

The Lone Ranger was ridng the prairie one day & met an Indian on a really nice horse followed by a dog and a sheep.

The Ranger says, “Hey, Indian, that’s areal nice horse you got. Can I talk to him?”

The Indian says, “Horse no talk!”

The ranger says, “I’ll try….Hey horse, how’s it going? Does the Indian treat you good?”

The horse says, “Yea he treats me good!”

The Indian is dumbfounded.

The Ranger says, “That’s a nice dog you got, can I talk to him?”

The indian says, “Dog no talk!”

The Ranger says, “Let me try…Hey, dog, How’s it going. Is the Indian good to you?”

The dog says, “Yea, he treats me good. He’s a good guy.”

The Indian is flabbergasted.

The ranger says, “That’s anice sheep you got. Can I talk to him?”

The Indian says, “SHEEP LIAR!”