Chef Steve, lowering the turkey into the deep fat fryer. Took 45 min. to cook that bird. It was yummy.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving 2014, and I spent it with my “vanily.” That’s right, VAN-ily. (Van + family) There were about 40 of us gathered off grid in the AZ desert with no services. My friend, Steven, was the Host and Chef with the Most. He did all the work of preparing one of the best thanksgiving meals I ever had. I prepared an apple/pecan cobbler that was to die for. It was a great meal and good time renewing old friendships and beginning new ones. I got to meet three new tribal dogs, Kaylee, Cody, and Max. So, you would think I would be happy. But it’s just not so.
Just at dusk, this horrible cloud of smog blew in from the west, agricultural dust from CO River Valley, ATV and Mountain bike dust, and truck fumes. I had to retreat to the van, put on a mask, and run my A/C until the cloud passed. How is that fun??? This I am not thankful for.
I woke in the night with allergic reactions to dogs, dust and the pollution. My eyes were itching, my nose was running, I was stuffy and having trouble breathing. I was also up all night peeing gallons (???). What the heck? Why does my price for having fun have to be so high? This morning, I came to the realization, one I have been fighting for a couple years, that I would not be able to continue to gather with the tribe for the desert dinners and for RTR. My allergies have just gotten too bad. In the future I will be remaining in an isolated camp alone, and will try to remain healthy enough to endure the exposure I get from dust of the rock club itself… and avoid any other allergens in the future. This I am not happy for. Hopefully, I will not have to give up the Rock Club, my original reason for coming to Quartzsite. That I would not be thankful for.
Cody (Bob Wells new dog) and Kaylee (Lori Hicks new dog), playing besides the chairs.
I love dogs. They know it and all want to come to me. I have to be mean and firm and cruel to them to keep them away. They want to romp under my feet and kick up dust that I have to breath, so I have to be mean and wear a mask. That is not fun for me. This I am not thankful for. We had half a dozen dogs at Thanksgiving dinner and I expect a minimum of 2 dozen at the RTR, most will be allowed to run loose and pee on whatever they wish. One peed on the canopy of my blue chair, while it was down. Some clubs, like WINS has a rule against bringing your dogs to the meeting circles and meals. There will never be a rule like that for RTR, so I will just have to stop attending after this Jan. 2015. I have to choose between the RTR and my health. It is unfortunate, but that is just the reality of it. The dogs have more rights and freedom than I do… this I am not happy for.
I am hoping the year will end on a better note, but am stressed out about that as well. My son had his 3rd hip replacement on his right hip in two years. That 3rd was in November, and when he went back for a check up and to get staples out a couple of days ago, they discovered his femur had fractured. This I was not thankful for.
So December 2, his daughter is having open heart surgery, and on December 3, he is having his 4th hip surgery, to go in and wire his femur back together. Astonishingly, he reports that he is having NO pain at all. I believe the pain would be unbearable, so his body and mind have shut it all down. This is very stressful for me.
A tooth in a box… cost $950.00
And then there is the botched Mexican dental work that I am having to pay to have redone in America. $950 out of pocket to a Mexican dentist… only to have the final crown fall out two days later because he used the wrong size abutment (and he knew it was wrong, but didn’t tell me and went ahead and let me pay him the balance). He agreed to a refund in October, but I have yet to see one penny. This I was not happy for. NEVER go to this dentist… he is not reliable, honest, nor honorable.
|Beware: Dr. Sabas Magana Ambriz in Los Algodones, B.C. Mexico|
I want my blog to be upbeat and all about fun and adventure, but I swear 2014 is making that a real challenge. I will make one more post in 2014, and I promise you it will be a happy fun one. Stick with me, my dear followers. Swankie will be swankie again before too long. And if you pray, please keep my son and granddaughter in your prayers.
It might be a genetic flaw… we laugh and get silly when serious stuff happens. I would be very thankful for all the prayers you can send their way. They both deserve to have full and happy lives, even if I don’t. This I would be very thankful for. Thank you.
I’ll be back, Swankier!!!