Well, I'm back, and the Juggernaut was a great host.
A lot can be misconstrued and misinterpreted through emails & phone conversation, so it was really nice to be able to see him in his current environment and get his life-vibe. I must say, I was really happy and somewhat surprised to see the contentment & peace he seems to have found with the city of Terre Haute. The work they've had done on the home is extraordinary and, while perhaps they don't have the financial power of equity they might have had before moving in, the man is living in what could easily be described (by someone like me, anyway) as a "dream house." Backed up against a woodsy area with an almost deafening (yet pleasingly so) sound of birds & cicadas, and with comfortable furnishings & amenities (including a Bathtub of the Gods, gas fireplace, tocatta(?) stone breakfast table, and TLOR-friendly HDTV), he has really managed to secure himself a homey, comfortable, and peaceful place in which to read, write, sing, dance, feast, or do any combination of the above.
Extraordinary were the number of hours during which I was cornered in various areas of the dwelling, having the specifics of the remodeling process explained. But it was all good, and there was drinking (of both local and English brews), watching ST, talking, breakfasting, supping, frisbee golfing (one round of which was entirely "Rohan-run"), hiking, playing with Molly (who was great), and studying Geography. Also, in a surprise, a little filming; of which I will say no more at this time.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Waterloo is not the bleak, amenity-free town we remember of our youth. City planners there (as well as in most other similarly-sized towns in this country) have discovered the necessity of biking paths; small pockets of the culturally-starved have created a need for a local funky coffee shop or two; and various other pieces of what people like us consider necessary for "quality of life" have come about in varying degrees, however small. It's just a matter of finding your little niches and exploiting them. Terre Haute was no exception. We got coffee at the "Java Haute," we explored the Dobbs Park Nature Center, I tasted a 6-draft-beer sampler at the historical restaurant, Maugers(sp?). Gibbs, I am happy to say, seems to have been exploiting them more than we might have guessed. Again, I was a little surprised to see how, in the time since working at the Tribune-Star, our friend is actually feeling a lot better about where he is, the decision he made in moving, and the future than we might have expected. Made a great weekend all the better.
On a side not, our dog is still around, still wagging and responsive. She's getting injected with 500ml of fluid a day, and crapping/pissing all over the floor every night.
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Excellent to hear on the TH side of things.
The Kuna-i saga is a sad one laced with humor, particularly in the update in this posting, though probably mostly funny since I don't have to clean it up.
Mia had similar incontinence problems (is it incontinence when it involces crapping?) We kept her in the crate we originally got for Primus when we were gone, which for her was palatial. Countless times at the end I got home to find her covered in her own filth and desparately in need of a bath. Gross, but you've got to do what you've got to do.
Indeed.
Glad you had a good time with the Kidd. Mixdorf do you have another dog? Where did you live when you were growing up? The same house that your brother Steve lives in? Sad to here about the dog, but try to enjoy these final days as much as possible.
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