Payment for sins of the past …

Call it payment for sins of the past.

If those of us with sun sensitive skin could wish it so, we’d probably whisk ourselves back to the late ’60s when baby oil slathered all over bare skin was all the rage in some sort of misguided pursuit of a tan.

Once there, we’d beg off the browning (and blistering) and would opt to wear shirts and hats and maybe long pants. Unfortunately, the only time machine I own is my mind.


August 10, 2015

Ellen/Reid: I’m getting tired of this skin cancer scourge. The surgeon just called. Mon., Sept. 14 at 7:15 a.m. It will be MOHS surgery where they take off layers until they think the blight is gone. They have some concern that it is so close to my left eye. No traveling for a week afterward, they say. Reid, given that you’re in the same family unit, you really should go get checked. You did a pretty good job of covered yourself up in Wyoming, but this disease is all about sins of the past in terms of sun exposure. If nothing else it will give you, Ellen, your mom and me a bit more peace of mind.

Slowly making headway on the recap of the Bridger Wilderness experience. It shouldn’t have taken this long, however, for the thing to be completed. It’s just that once I get rolling, one day becomes page after page. I’ll send it to you both before posting. Reid, be sure to send a select group of pictures. That would be a fabulous inclusion.

Went to a horse show up in the mountains yesterday with a new friend. It was absolutely amazing, both the venue, the Tryon International Equestrian Center, and the horses/riders themselves. Reid, I hope Liz didn’t mind the flurry of photos. It was just an incredible experience. One thing though, the judges don’t cut the riders any slack.

A horse worth six figures makes a routine jump at the Tryon International Equestrian Center. It's quite the place. Reid's significant other, Liz, knows how to do such things.

A horse worth six figures makes a routine jump at the Tryon International Equestrian Center. It’s quite the place. Reid’s significant other, Liz, knows how to do such things.

The rider/horse combo would make what looked like a flawless  routine and then they’d get scored down for “four faults” and we couldn’t quite figure out what the problem was. It is quite the complex with I don’t know how many stables, warm up rings, gigantic television replay screens, a few thousand seats, boutique shops, etc. It is just enormous in scale. Clearly it’s set up for major equestrian events.

Well, there are no tenants on either side of me for the time being. The young woman to the north just moved to Texas this past weekend. In my opinion she sold at way below – $30,000 – $40,000 below – what same-sized units are going for here. She was a very quiet person and hopefully the new folks will be the same. The new owners, a young couple, don’t move in until mid-month. If they’re quiet, fine but as long as they’re nice, that’s enough for me. I don’t know when the house to the south will sell; it is still way over priced but selfishly I hope it moves since that will help the value of other properties. The development next door is gaining steam with very pricey homes, and that can only help the affordability perception of my neighborhood.

I’m having to eat crow on the former front porch garden. It’s going gangbusters in the back. The tomato plant is huge and the basil is the size of a bush. Made some pesto last week for the first time and it was quite good. Another batch will be whipped up tonight to go with some chicken and tomatoes. Speaking of tomatoes, my friend took me to an out-of-the-way spot up in the mountains where we had some fried green ones and they were beyond incredible.

The knee is feeling better all the time. A persistent little pain reminds me of the issue there but it’s not nearly as sore as it was prior to Wyoming. That’s a good sign. I’ll walk the golf course for the first time this Saturday morning with a buddy. That will be the acid test.

Okay, enough said. I’m out of here. A round of calls looms, starting with the first at the top of the hour. Some people are insisting we use web cams to make the calls a little more personal. Guess who is the stick-in-the-mud who resists such requests?

Love, Dad


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