Sunday, October 21, 2007

I Take it Back.......


Ok, my last smug mountain loving entry has back-fired. The house where I am staying is literally on top of a mountain and is only accessible via an electric gate which keeps out the riff-raff from the 3 houses up here. I feel like Yertle the turtle. It has been snowing like nobodys business and one of the other neighbors or some other dork did not negotiate the ice and slammed into the gate and broke it. I am stuck. My Winter paradise has me stir-crazy. I also didn't have time to get to the store before the gate smash. The photo is a rough display of my food options. Did I mention my friend is Swedish? The photo is backwards for some reason but it makes no difference translation-wise, trust me. If the gate isn't fixed by tomorrow, I am hiking out and having a friend pick me up about 4 miles down the road.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

BRRRRRR


I am happily ensconced in the mountains. I came up about a week ago and had a great week despite the sad reason for visiting. A good friend is going out of town and needs someone to house-sit for a week.......hey, why not. A mini-storm hit and here is the result.


There were 4 cars on the side of the back road I took, each getting yanked out by tow trucks. I am hard-wired for the mountains and really miss it. Cruising around town, running into people, doing a days worth of errands in 20 minutes, dogs everywhere, amazing hiking right outside the door, The urban mystique wears thin.

Ok, I did fall on my ass as I took the photo with my computer because I don't have a camera and was wearing crappy shoes for actual snow, but this is a small price to pay as long as my computer doesn't blow up from the impact.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

My Blog is Just Gross

I admit to indulging every gross thought I have on this but it must be understood that I am not like this in "everyday life". This is my purge. That said......my phantom gall bladder has come back to haunt me. Last night at 2:30 am, POW! I sat up and had the EXACT same pain as my gall stone episode. But I don't have a gall bladder anymore. Is it like the ghost of Christmas past, warning me of the cheeses I should avoid and what my life would be like as a pate and triple creme Brie lover? Beats me. All I ate yesterday was cereal-Kashi if you must know, and later I had some hummus with RyKrisp. Seriously, must I become a Breatharian?
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The whole Breatharian thing was a big joke for us in college, as a friend of mine interviewed a local who claimed membership and SWEARS he stole a breath mint on he way out of the restaurant. Plus, I like food.

Daily Breast Cancer rant:

Attended my Breast Cancer Task Force meeting where a chart was shown that stated the Susan G Komen For The Cure gives a whopping 5% of their annual take to actual research. So for all those women who think that the completely dork-ass pink ribbon is going to change anything.......think again. I find it offensive and almost criminal that they portray themselves as trying to find a Cure.

Perhaps they are responsible for the elevation of bile that is causing my attacks..........

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

What is Buddhism's Second Lesson?



In Mid September, I attended the memorial of a an amazing young woman named Ann Seeber who died of breast cancer. She taught the "challenged kids" in the Denver Public School system. She was an avid outdoor lover, always active biking, skiing, hiking and enjoying the beauty of Colorado. She had traveled extensively and had a serious passion for trekking in New Zealand. She was raised by somewhat Bohemian parents who live off the grid in Mexico part of the year. She had this amazing ability of being able to detect what was the unusual interesting quality in anyone she met, and made you feel as if she really "got" you and appreciated you. She fully embraced life and there is a vacuum of energy left behind. She was 36 years old.


I wrote before about my friend and co-worker that passed away from cancer.

Here is the lovely column written about her by my favorite local writer:


The performers at the Crystal Palace used to sing a haunting death song. Of all of us in the audience, so many would die of heart attacks, so many would be felled by cancer, another number would be killed in accidents, a few would be murdered, on and on until none in the room were left.

That's how we're feeling in our small advertising department of The Aspen Times, with two of us taken within the space of a year: Andre Bonhote of AIDS/ pneumonia and Christine Maggi, on Thursday, of cancer.

Andre already had left the Times to seek new vistas as a hotelier in Scottsdale, Ariz., got sick suddenly and perished, but Christine started dying right before our eyes last fall.

She was having a hard time swallowing, she said as she grew thinner and thinner. "Go to your doctor," we begged her, but she was seeing a homeopath who told her she had "parasites," even told her the exact date in the late '90s that the parasites entered her body, and treated her with potions to kill the intruders.

Christine was always into soothsayers, had a box of fortune-telling pebbles on her desk, threw the I-Ching pennies to foretell her future. I don't know if she would have survived if she had had the endoscopy earlier, which diagnosed advanced esophageal cancer, but the prognostications of those in whom she put her faith were dead wrong.

In February, she moved to her brother's house in Dobbs Ferry, N.Y., while being treated at Sloan-Kettering, and soon after that we had to tell her that her dear buddy Andre had died. Christine herself went into the hell of chemo and complications as the cancer marched relentlessly through her body.

Friends and family members stayed in touch with the latest heartbreaking reports. Stomach, ovaries, pneumonia, water retention, hospice.

"I'm trying to check out," she told her sister, "but it just isn't happening."

A few days before she died, her brother Jerry e-mailed, "The other day, I was talking to her and she clenched her teeth, made a fist and it looked like she wanted to punch the bed. She dropped her fist and whispered to me, 'Every time I wake up, I'm still here.'"

Christ, she was only 38.

And she was so healthy, so strong, beautiful and robust ("Thunder thighs," she would say, disgusted). She took long hikes in the mountains and rode her bike to the Times for the past nine years in all weather, always running a little late, arriving rushed and rosy-cheeked with her long, dark curly hair still damp from her morning shampoo.

Often on the verge of debt, she'd give you her last dime if you needed it. When I got out of the hospital with lung problems, she gave me her expensive treadmill, brushing off any idea of payment saying she never used it. She loved giving, to the point where we had to be careful not to even hint at needing anything.

Christine was a gentle lady with a soft voice and a sweet smile, but she was tough and she was stubborn. She'd ask advice from anyone but, after a lot of deliberation, take it from none, hoeing her own row.

I miss her laugh. She had a laugh like silver bells.

It seems impossible that she is gone.

Su Lum is a longtime local who knows that life (and death) isn't fair. Her column appears Wednesdays in The Aspen Times.


Her memorial is this weekend and we are climbing a local mountain and then having a giant spaghetti dinner all together.


So here is the deal: I get it......life is suffering. It is Buddhism's first truth. I promise I get it, I am ready for lesson #2.



Ann is the gal at the LIVESTRONG celebration and Christine is one with the lovely long brown hair.