I am slowly becoming aware that my body will not tolerate more than 2 one hour therapy sessions. I woke early Monday (8am) and realized, when it took me 10 minutes to make my way from webbie room to the bathroom, resting every 4 or 5 steps, that I was not going to be capable of any of the therapy exercises. I did get in the pool late Monday to do the full set of aquatic exercises.

For almost a week I have been promising to get my bike, oil the chain, air up the tires, and in general prepare it for use again. I did find a local shop that sells a wide comfy seat for bicycles but the want $120. I didn't pay that much for the bike and since my longest proposed ride is 1.3 miles I decided to pass on the pricey butt bucket.


For those who want to follow my bus trip I have listed the cities the buses will pass through along with Greyhound's drug induced hallucination about the times of arrival at each stop and their wildly under estimated times of layover.
For a list of cities clickHERE.
I have made provisions for my observation that every hundred miles of travel adds 10 minutes to the schedule. In other words I expect my arrival time in Eugene to be 6 hours later than listed or midnight. Consequently I am not sure how to make provision for overnight stay that first night.


My distrust of Greyhound has forced me to make only tentative plans for driving into Washington to visit old home towns in the valley around Quincy. I may not even make the drive but I do think I will be able to take most of the first listed plan. I have in mind a future trip via Amtrak into this area so I am not stressing too much about this itinerary. For a list of the city outlining my proposed road trip click RIGHT HERE.

Tonight at our marriage counseling session I heard a tone in my wife's voice that I interpret as a slight hesitation about me taking the trip. I have been planning/visualizing this trip since last July. I would not be surprised to see all manner of complications arise at "shattered manor". But the bus tickets are bought and money accumulated from sales of various items.




I don't know how much progress we are making. There are still items I mention that sets her fireball into full bloom. She is extremely sensitive to any mention of the grandsons or our son. She is instantly defensive and assumes an aggressive posture every time. So I will, if I understand correctly, just put those subjects aside and keep my mouth shut. Until she sees the trap she has built for herself no one can open the trap.

Part of what I have heard and learned during the prior 6 sessions has driven me to reexamine myself through the old love letters I wrote her while I was "screwing up" at Southwest Texas State College in San Marcos. I cringe to read the things. I was lying in cold blood to her and if I remember correctly I was even convincing myself.

I don't remember what triggered the impassioned whine that I have changed and the change was forever. Several semesters after this letter I flunked out of college while not having changed one bit.Click the letter fragment for the whole one page letter. What a smuck I was/am.



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My Wind Chime store is not selling so I am cutting the prices in half. Buy now! Help CAMERON!

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In truth, politeness is artificial good humor, it covers the natural want of it, and ends by rendering habitual a substitute nearly equivalent to the real virtue.
Thomas Jefferson

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