First of all, thank you to everyone who has agreed to be listed as references on my job applications. I know I don't talk to you all enough, but I'm really trying to get back into the habit. (It's not like I don't have enough time to write an email once and awhile.) So far I only have one application in the works. I would have finished it right now, except the server is down. I do believe I already mentioned why I'm not applying for the local hospital. Doesn't really matter, because no one seems to be hiring med-surg nurses that have been out of work for over two years. When I first got back from T-stan, I had only been out of work six months, but apparently that was six months too long...
It's raining again. Thought you'd like to know that. Actually this weekend has been beautiful. Saturday I spent most of the day sleeping, but in the late afternoon we took Bayram to the dog park. It started as only three dogs, all under two years old, and all rescue dogs. They got along well. It was quite cute. One couple had a chihuahua they were trying to teach to jump over a bar. First the man jumped over the bar, then the dog ran under it, several times. Later another couple came with a solid black Border Collie puppy. At first she was shivering with her tail between her legs, but that didn't stop her from running up to everyone for loving. I was leaning against a ramp when she ran up, liked my face, and ran back down the other side. By 5pm there was quite a gathering, but Bay was beginning to show signs of weariness, like starting to growl and bark. He did not want to walk the mile back home.
Today we went to Shenandoah National Park for a quick jaunt. Quick as a joke, it took us 2 hours just to drive there. We started at Camp Roosevelt (the very first CCC project), up to Kennedy Peak (not related to the president). On such a gorgeous October Sunday I was certain there would be a ton of people. It was rare to find a lone trail in NH. But we didn't run into the first people until half a mile from the top. There, of course we ran into everyone else, who appeared to belong to a Japanese tour group. As we ate our meager PB&J's from the top of the watch tower, they were cooking something good on a camp stove down below. I never thought to bring my stove. Heck, it practically fits in my pocket. Maybe next time. They also had a guitar. Not quite as hard core as my friend from UNM who used to bring his french horn hiking up to Sandia Peak.
The book and trail signs said it was three miles from the camp to the top of the peak. Now I know I'm out of shape, and it was all up hill, but on the way down I know we were hiking faster than 1.5 miles an hour. We didn't have a detailed map, but I don't think the book took into consideration the many switchbacks. Next time Karl said he'd remember to turn the GPS on.
Of course with all this attention Bayram thinks we are torturing him. Heaven forbid we make him go outside and run free, and sniff the dirt, and eat the horse poop. Well, we try to prevent that last one. He always makes such a big fuss about being tired. But as soon as we come near our street, or the trail starts sloping downwards, or a squirrel catches his eye, the jig is up. He's just lazy. Even lazier than I, if that's possible.
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