Doc Hannan Visits

Doc Hannan, not to be confused with Doc Holliday, came to visit recently.

Do I recall correctly that Doc Holliday was a dentist cum doctor, heavy drinker, and hanger out with both lawmen and gunslingers?

Doc Hannan may have borne some slight resemblance in the bad ole days, but today?? Well Doc, aka Jimbo, is a biology professor, and one of the last great generalists. Jim can answer damned near any question related to biology, and from that question go on to an explanation that takes in all the related ecology and generally winds up with a personal story that sums up the entire thing. He's a blast. From my query about hunting, why some men are so in to killing, etc., we got into an amazing discussion of the stages young boys/men go through related to hunting and how that relates to darned near all activities of the males of our species. Unfortunately Jim hates to write, so the world misses out on a fantastic book. . . . unless he wants me to ghost it!

Being a female of our species, in preparing for Jim's visit I'd cleaned and polished and put flowers in the guest room. Did the flowers draw notice or comment? Nah. . . Not a guy thing. But fun for me anyway.


The guys went off to play on Saturday, visiting a wildlife preserve near Fresno. I sent along a camera and requested photos, but none came back; so the only photo is the one of Jim and Scottie at breakfast.

I've been feeling so utterly awful that all I could do was fake it. When I hurt, I don't sleep. When I can't breathe, I don't sleep. When I don't sleep, well let's just say I get up grumpy and brain dead. Still, we all managed to have a good time.

Sunday was our day to water on the odd/even schedule we adhere to in our little water association. An area on the back of our berm washed out, and I wasted a bunch of water and left a trail of mud.


So, Monday morning after Scottie left to go back up to the Park, I went out to fix the problem. . . and found bear tracks! Not only do I LOVE knowing that Oso is still around and traveling through our place, but it's really good to know that my measures to prevent wildlife eating my plants is actually working. Even though the bear hangs out here, he's no longer eating my plants.

So, I'm working on dressing up the front of the house. For me that means working in the morning and evening when it's less hot. And it takes working in stages. I've never, ever been good at that. Before developing some health problems, I'd dig into a project and work on it until I either finished or fell over. Now, I have to force myself to take it in bits and pieces. I'm sure there is good in this for me, maybe learning patience, but I have to admit I don't much like it. Still, I persevere. And things do get done.