Hey Martha, we have goats too!

It goads me that Martha Stewart and I share a few things, (not the $) but yes I have a nasty Chow though I've moved on to German Shepherds, and yes I am under a form of house arrest because of my broken ankle, and yes, I grew up in New Jersey and love horses.

And now I learn that Martha is upset because at her big new house they won't let her keep her goats and chickens. What? I have goats and chickens.
eeeeh. However, Martha would despair if she walked in the door. Besides, the Chow would probably bite her.

However, I have been having fun with flickr, loaded some goats pictures, plus paintings I did a long time ago.

All at my flickr site/

Things are looking up.

Yesterday I got a neon orange walking cast, and now I can stump around the house like Frankenstein's monster. I am really enjoying my new freedom. I was rather feeble with the crutches, and approached stairs as the human worm.

One of the best things about the Internet for me is hearing from people I knew long ago. A reason for everyone to have a site, just so people you've lost touch with can reach you through google. It's quite amazing, and unimaginable in the past. Although I missed the Chatham High School reunion this summer, I have heard from many old classmates and loved seeing their pictures on flickr.

messing with firecrackers

labels, that is, in Photoshop.

backyard madness

like wearing a Martha Stewart anklet

geez, this cabin fever is getting to me, two weeks in on the fracture and at least 8 weeks ahead I guess. Well, I'm getting back into reading fiction, loving a giant book of short stories by my favorite contemporary author, T.C. Boyle. Random picture:

Some Blaine Basin pix

I've just been experimenting with the free photo hosting available on yahoo's beta flickr. Seems like a cool way to publish photos. I put a slide show of my fateful hike here.

Good Vacation turns BAD!

All was idyllic in the Rocky Mountains with family and dogs, beautiful weather, wildflowers everywhere. We heard there was an incredible avalanche sight at Blaine Basin, which is near timberline, near Mount Sneffels.

So we hiked in, took about three hours with incredible climbing. Most hikers on the way out were using ski poles. At Blaine Basin there was a beautiful meadow and also incredible devastation from the avalanche, still lots of snow. After eating lunch, Jon wanted to head right back, but Dinah and I wanted to explore this somewhat surreal landscape. I was trying to leap through a strong stream when my foot got caught in a hole much deeper than footing around it, I twisted my ankle and sort of passed out on the stream bed.

Coming to, I decided it was a sprained ankle, and we had no choice but to hike back down, over logs so slippery you had to crawl across them, over scree fields, awful. It took soooooo long to get back down, I felt like I'd aged 40 years by the time we reached the bottom five hours later. Next morning I went to an emergency clinic in Telluride and learned I'd fractured my ankle in two places. There goes summer. I'm supposed to have surgery to get pins in it on Friday. We're back in L.A. Aaah!