Eeking by in Elko

 Just a quick post to say we ain't dead yet. Even if he looks it here... changing the oil in the differential... this was an elective in a long daisy chain of mandatory truck duties. The time out on South Fork Reservoir (2 nights after the accelerator cable went out again yesterday,) wasn't so bad. Lit up Ruby Mountains with the late afternoon sun, the crescent moon and that planet dance it did the night before last... all the clarity of the desert air.. that clarity not necessarily correlating with how to be present to the difficulties... that go on and on. Michael is not exactly robotic but seems to be grimly optimistic in a way that the facts don't really support. The 1987 Ford truck is crapping out... one part at a time. Just like the two of us. You can feed us vitamins and good food and lots of love but we are still falling apart. It's an analogy and a sad one which we still don't fully grasp and absolutely can't accept since it's not our way to identify with age or frailty (even though he is just one month out of chemotherapy.) La vida loca. Completely crazy in a slowed down desert sort of trucking way.