Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Scattered family

This might be as scattered as our family has ever been. Keith and I are both in Albuquerque, he's at work and I'm home.

Kirby is in Austin.
Marty is in Puerto Rico on his honeymoon with Ashlee.
Holly is in India, asleep for the first night at her host family's house.

In Spring, Kirty is planning to move back to Albuquerque.
Tomorrow, Marty and Ashlee get back and I'm picking them up at the airport.
Holly is planning to move to Socorro, maybe, sometime after she returns in January.

It's like a breath out and a breath in.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

"Grandpa Favio"

Before Marty's wedding, Holly French braided my hair, and Keith-her-dad's.

Keith took his hair down this morning, and wanted to show Holly before he put it up or braided it his own utilitarian way. Holly said he looked like Grandpa Favio. Keith had no idea what we meant, but some viewers might.

Keith figures it makes him look crazy. I like it. Some of his hair is still blond, when it's fluffed out in the light. :-) He had long hair when I met him, and has only very occasionally had it short, and it's right back to waist-long.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Marty is married!

I'm backdating this, for the record. November 20, Marty married Ashlee Junker, in Las Vegas, Nevada, at the Valley of the Falls, at Mandalay Bay.

We weren't able to take photos of the actual ceremony—those were part of the package, and extras will be for sale at some point. But there are some great photos of them at the reception, and later. I will very likely fill in more here, as other photos come along.

Listening to Brett Henry's toast
Dancing to "Under the Sea"

The photo at the Bellagio fountain is by Holly Dodd.
The mechanical bull and the wookie are by Jennifer Molinar.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Holly's 23rd Birthday

Holly was only home briefly, and out for the three days around her birthday on November 2. Marty and Ashlee came over, Holly opened gifts, cut her cake and went to her next fun gathering.

Holly said "chocolate cake with fruit. I cooked it in a Bundt pan and filled the hole with blueberry pie filling. There was a crack in the cake so I filled it with candles.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Bobby Hill in the Renaissance

This is a detail of a painting

I saved this a while hoping to come across more information, but I should've published it! Help is welcome.

The comments that came when I put this up on facebook in October 2013:

Sandra Dodd
I didn't note the artist. Once I saw a painting where a soldier or guard, I think, looked like a 22 year old Bobby Hill. Maybe I'll come across it again. Maybe it's the same artist. This one was in the Norton Simon Museum. I looked through their website's paintings, and didn't find it. It's one of the most minor curiosities ever, though, so I don't have a burning need to know.
October 25, 2013 at 10:26pm

Heather L Greek
Aha ha!
October 25, 2013 at 10:32pm

Kim Zerbe
That boy's not right. (To quote Hank Hill.)
October 25, 2013 at 10:44pm

Gavin Muhlberger
Dammit, Bobby...
October 25, 2013 at 10:53pm

Sandra Dodd
All that hard Renaissance-artist work just to end up with a cousin of Beavis and Butthead. It just ain't right.
October 25, 2013 at 11:38pm

Gavin Muhlberger
I am a HUGE KOTH fan. This is pretty neat to me.
October 26, 2013 at 12:05am

Deb Lewis
"Now, for my next trick I'm gonna need a large wooden cross, and a couple of volunteers..."
October 26, 2013 at 6:38am

Kirby Dodd
This made me laugh openly
October 26, 2013 at 7:02am

Elaine Greenwood-Hyde
Ha ha!
October 26, 2013 at 7:02am

Monday, October 06, 2014

The cushiest car trouble ever

I posted this on Facebook so people would know I was okay but not home, but I'm bringing it here where I can find it for future reference. That van has nearly 100,000 miles on it, so depending how big the needed repair is…

But I like this van. I know it in the dark. It has four cup holders in the driver's reach. I want it to live. Here is a portrait I took of my van when my sister parked it up close under a cottonwood tree, near the Wells Fargo Bank in Española. I said it had never been in a cottonwood tree, and took this photo:

I have come to make you all feel better. Ready?

If your car is running, rejoice!

If you are at your own house, or some comfy place of your choosing, breathe a deep breath of gratitude.
If the last time your car broke it was in your own driveway, or better yet maybe right in front of your favorite mechanic, remember to appreciate your good fortune.

Here is MY good fortune: I got to see my niece, Gina, in a play Friday night. I stayed in a beautiful place with my sister, and spent most of the day with her. I got safely past Santa Fe (not "through"—took the bypass).
I was not yet on the freeway when the engine started to feel rough. There was a clear place to pull over when I decided to stop, when I saw the smoke (not much; enough) coming out of the engine compartment.

Keith is home! He answered the phone (I'm happy to have a cellphone that was working). I'm glad the car started and ran well enough for me to pull a few hundred feet into the shade under I-25.

The difference between sitting in the shade and sitting in the bright sunshine on a cloudless New Mexico day is HUGE. That was going to be dehydration panic. I have some water, but not much. In the shade, I could last until tomorrow. Tree shade would be better than overpass shade but hey… it's shade.

More good fortune for me! I can use my iPhone as a mobile hotspot. I have my iPad plugged in straight to the car's battery (two options, on phone charger); I don't need the car battery today anyway. Keith arranged for a tow truck to be on its way, to take me and this van to our favorite mechanic, where Keith will meet us, load up my too-much overnight stuff, and pay the guy. All I need to do is be calm, play on the computer or iPad, and wait patiently. COOL, huh?

Yep, I'm pretty lucky. It could have broken on the way TO Española, and that would have ruined the weekend. Keith could have been out of town. I could have been in an inside lane and had a hard time getting to the shoulder safely. It could be dark. But nope! Optimal car trouble.

(Posted on facebook October 4, 2014, 4:55 p.m.)

Keith arranged for a guy from Albuquerque to get me and take the van to our favorite mechanic, Chuck at The Mechanic, a mile and a half from our house. I only sat for an hour and fifteen minutes. It was not hot (in the shade) nor cold. I had a little food and water. I had a hoodie I didn't need.

The view from my waiting place. Temperature mild, notice traffic, peaceful.

More detail in response to Jon Kream wanting to know what broke:
Jon, I will report on Monday when the mechanic gets to peek. Oil had sprayed upwards in the engine compartment, up and toward the driver's side. Not much leaked on the road. There was some leaked on the bed of the car hauler, but not like the bottom fell out of it.

I thought "piston" and I thought "tune-up" before I thought "This won't make it to Albuquerque" and pulled over.

It's a 2008 Chrysler Town and Country in case you want to take bets or something. Nearly 100,000 miles, but new tires. Keith is trying to think of how to decide whether to spring for a new engine if that's what it needs, but I think something tubular or ringlike, perhaps. And I know this van in the dark, and don't want to learn a new automobile.

Sunday, October 05, 2014

The shadows are the good part

Here are a couple of gates in Española. The shadow is the best part, in each of these photos:

Taking photos other places, I don't always get a shadow. New Mexico does have some serious light.