This is a time of transition, or at least suspension of the old path, for at least three of us.
From goat hunting and wine drinking on the Alps to stumbling through Tejas nothingness with only a spider in that dried water jug for company; there goes JJ.
From dancing with wolves as a high plains Dakota snow drifter to playing the most berserk of Vikings in all of Ulan Bator; there goes MFT.
From watching harbor seals through the grey mists of Puget Sound to crashing and burning in spectacular fashion against the serried ranks of Russkie students [each and every one a Little Tsar] in Massachusetts; there goes AA.
Et tu AI?..........At least we may sleep secure with the certainty of Pepe Le Roi Soleil in his magnificent Versaille.
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Preparations with the long boat are almost complete. Pre-voyage plans have mft visiting his bro-in-law, sister, niece, and brother down in Las Vegas, beginning the morning of Christmas Eve. One return to Dakota the following Saturday, and then the Saturday after a final recheck of supplies, and a shove-off to bring Scandinavia to the frozen steppe of Red Hero.
I hear the Mongols have a greater affinity towards the ranks of Russkies than they do toward the Chinese. The former assisted the Mongols in the Communist powerplay some time ago when the latter tried re-taking Khan's people. There's suspicion that, in January, I'll be confused for a Russkie initially. Dosvadoynya!
As of yet, I'm uncertain about a connection with the Alps or Italia. They are still lacking Parmigiano-Reggiano, but there are plenty of goats. JJ might think of working up some kind of trade?
JJ disappeared from the radar screen -- I tried to raise him up yesterday, but the call of Alto Adigio was too strong for him to resist. How long is he gonna be out in the boondocks, with no wi-fi, or T-bone steaks in a thousand-mile radius?
醫師救人是天職
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