2006.02.10Finished working with smart Portfolios last week and have already begun on a project and entertaining a few others. Enjoying my time with Liga and our children. Need to fix the ZRX next week. I bent the forks in a shunt a few weeks ago. Looking forward to riding now that the weather has turned for the better.
2006.01.02
Seems Dad is doing better – submitting himself to an exam at Allenmore Hospital – his second visit to a doctor (other than a Dentist) in my memory of his whole adult life. Early diagnosis of Emphysema is likely not accurate, but a guess to account for the large amount of fluid occluding his lungs. A blood test is expected to reveal more. Minimally, Diuretics and BP meds have been applied. I hope this provides him enough relief so that he can find some clarity. I pray that this process is appropriate and kind to him.
Finished posting Todd's website for Twin Falls, his 500 acre mountain-top development near Granite Falls. Todd is selling select lots, all with spectacular views.
2005.12.31
New Year's Eve. I've been riding/commuting on the ZRX regularly. Looking forward to some nicer weather.
Grateful for the comforts, luxuries and opportunities in front of me. Welcoming a good night of sleep.
2005.12.18
Based on my conversations with Mom, I believe he now knows that he is dying. My prayer is that he will accept that he is dying. I pray that he will go in peace and rest in peace.
Just returned from Wenatchee today. I picked up my new motorcycle, a year 2000, Kawasaki ZRX1100. It's immaculate, with only 9999 miles, as of my test ride tonight. Blisteringly fast, blaringly loud. Muzzys titanium header, pipe and can, as well as a Muzzys cam...
"Z-Rex" - I like it.2005.12.11
Turkey has come and gone. Spoke with Mom yesterday. Seems my Dad's condition (shortness of breath, sleep apnea, limited mobility, aches, pains, blue extremities...) has a root. The doctors guess he has emphysema. He gets little oxygen into his body. He can barely walk a few yards or sit up for a few minutes at a time. My brother surmises his days working construction in NYC, around asbestos filled elevator shafts and new constructions, combined with a regular smoking habit into his 40's, contributed to his current decline. There is not much anyone can do. He has refused medical care, assistance, advice, you name it, anything having to do with doctors his whole life. How Mom even got him to a doctor is a formidable feat. Now he demands further diagnosis – cantankerous, bitter, insulting the interns and PA's – to seemingly deflect the inevitable truth. He is dying. Barely conscious most of the day, waking Mom up through the night, repeatedly falling out of consciousness in front of the TV with his finger boosting the volume button, rarely going to bed, he is leaving his body. From the reports of his tirades, he is leaving his mind as well.
2005.11.20
Sunday night. Thanksgiving this week. Winter weather has arrived. She's been there in my dreams. In my waking moments I look forward to her companionship. I thank God that she exists and that she is also vigilant of our meeting. I am nearer than I've ever been – to you. I am more free to live the life I desire. See you soon.
