We are all praying for Phil Dean

Phil Dean, husband of Judy Dean, has been in Albany Medical Center and will be returning to the Sacred Basin soon. He might already be there. Let us all turn our thoughts and good vibes his way.

 

 

Gullingon, anyone??

     The following message was received by me:

 Package was delivered in office The delivery was signed by: S.GULLINGON.  Schuylerville, NY, US 

     Now who might Gullingon be? Is he or she from Gullingon's Island, maybe?? Will the real Gullingon please stand up. Maybe it's slang for something like: "Get your Gulling On!"

HE might know

Corgis Create Complete And Otter Chaos At The Basin On The Very First Day

Bestiality waiting to be Unleashed

     ABOVE are the two, terrible terrors waiting for their captivity to come to an end. They have honed their vocal chords to howl and bark.. Oh, what a sound it will be!

     Anyway, their animal sounds got us in trouble with the locals. Our attempts at silencing the two were too weak and useless.

     SO, Let's get on with our first six days at the most sacred of sacred Basins.

This is the new trailer, new vehicle, transplanted deck with new stairs for bedroom escapades. 

     

Interior view. It is so spacious and big, too

FROM day one, it was back-breaking work: There were pleasant times, also. Seeing the gang and meeting new campers, dinner with the Culligans. John Reilly came up and stopped by. He has me buying a new TV and a Fire shtick from AMAZON COM. Ray and Connie, and Sally Mulligan, favored half of Daniel Mulligan, provided sweat and power to helping with the new camper. Phil and Judy were not there. Phil has had a quadruple bypass and is in hospital in Albany. The six days went fast and we are in N'burgh, again... but soon we shall be up, again.

Hospitals can be hell..

This is me as a character from a Philip K Dick novel. I have accumulated many, tumultuous, old-age diseases and disorders.  These have provided me with excuses for inactivity, though.

    Anyway, it was Saturday morning, 2017.06.03. I got  up as usual, put my foot to the floor, and, POW, pain radiated from, not one, but both feet. The ambulance was called  (I have been transported so many times, the medics are part of the family), and off I went to St Luke's Hospital, where I spent five days on my back being catered to by lovely, young nurses.
     After five days, I was shipped to Wingate in Beacon, across the mighty, majestic Hudson River. Once there, I spent a week bring pretzel-twisted by physical therapists. On the one-week anniversary of my arrival, my wife, Vicky, and I conspired to pull the plug and get me free. We were able to convene a cabal, and we got my reprieve. And, now, after a week, we are

heading UpNorth to the sacred Basin and the new trailer

Bandido Montazuma Takes His Revenge

    After a semi-enjoyable two day stay UpNorth, we got back to N'burgh Sunday afternoon. However, BM's were so frequent, they were beginning to back up. Monday was horrid, and so, I headed to the hospital. I hate going to the hospital. I hate writing about my bowel habits. I am not sure which I hate more.

Vicky carefully placing Bena in her crate.

I am British (Ferryhill, County Durham), you know, as well as Irish (Ballymena, County Antrim), Neanderthal and Japanese, with a few other nationalities thrown in to flavor the sauce

                  I am slowly getting back to abnormal, though.

UpNorth at last!!!!

The Road To Sarsaparilla

     It all started Tuesday night when I brought my Highlander down to B&M Auto Repair to get the dent I created the week before backing into my girl's auto. It was supposed to be finished the end of the following day (hahahahaha). However, I organized the rest of the week around the completion of the truck. , First, Dr Paez, my personal chiropractor, was to continue working frantically to restructure my backbone. The next day was a free, six month Toyota maintenance appointment, and the day after that, I was to get a full body wash for the truck, I call it my truck, and have it tidied up and up-street presentable.

   Well,  no back crackling, no Toyota maintenance, no truck bath, either. We packed up Saturday morning, had the Corgis half  crazy with excitement. She drove; I played with my new Samsung G8+ cell phone; the Corgis were packed in their monogrammed crates with extra thick mattresses. It took about two hours to get to Latham, and at no time was a mean or nasty word passed between the four of us.

We went straight to Alpin Haus, where our new RESIDENCE hibernated during the Winter months. We were going to stay at the Century House in Latham. We had not stopped, nor eaten for the whole trip. So, we stopped at Scotty's for a bite.

I had a BLT with sweet potato fries and raspberry sauce to go on them. Vickileaks had chicken salad. Down went the lunch and put we went across the street to Alpin haus and our new trailer.

......and there it was. The radiant Residence. Having worn myself out in the morning, I passed on the responsibility of checking over the UpNorth home to Miss Vicky. I don't think there was much to be educated on since we have owned three of them over the course of ten years.

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All I need do is to add our old deck to the new trailer and that, me Boyo, is that!

Then it was over, and we were on the way home. You might notice the walls in both sides of the road. President Trump had them built to remind the populace what is in store for them if they stray.

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Heading UpNorth

    Today is beautiful, hot but beautiful. Tomorrow, we shall be heading North to check out the new trailer. we'll stay over in Latham, but I hope to stop at the Sacred Basin and see Phil and Judy! Picking up my Highlander from Auto body shop. Going out to eat and packing stuff. It was sunny, no it's getting overcast and dark. I plan on stopping at Curtis Lumber to get a carpenter to put up the old deck.