Portia and Joe… punk rock farmers extrodinaire

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We’re sitting in my friend Portia and Joe’s living room in Farmington New Mexico. We got in yesterday from Denver. I feel some anxiety about writing this since every time something fun or funny happened, I was asked, “Is this going on the blog”.
What is making it onto this forum is that we just went through our high school year books. Portia, Andy and I went to high school together. We all graduated in 1989. We laughed at everyone’s hair and looked for our old crushes. Portia was looking through all the signatures to find what I wrote. The paragraph I wrote in the freshman book started with… “when you read this 20 years from now remember, the good times weren’t all that good”. We all burst out laughing and ended the nostalgic session on that note. How funny that it really is almost twenty years later.
Earlier in the day Andy, Portia and I went to “Cackers” sports bar to watch Denver loose a football game. We all had some drinks, laughs and memories. Joe stayed behind to keep cleaning the garage. They just bought this fantastic property in May and they’re trying to get everything organized and beautified. It’s a perfect place for them. Portia is a Napropath. They moved to New Mexico because the opportunities for that type of doctor are wide open. Her clinic is at the bottom of their property on a main street. She just opened her doors a few months ago and already has a steady stream of business. I think she said three acres, but it could be more. There’s the beautiful and spacious southwestern style house, the clinic, a pond with Koi, some sort of airplane hanger looking shed, a pig pen (sans pigs) and a large open space that they’re going to possibly have an Alpaca. They have a boarder collie named Rusty that desperately needs something to herd. Portia wants an Alpaca and Joe thinks a Llama is fine. Apparently Alpaca are wildly more expensive than Llama. When I asked why not a Llama, she said that she “didn’t like their butts”. Interesting.
That’s probably more than you wanted to hear about people that you don’t know. But, you should know these guys they’re great. I’m not just saying that because they’ll read it either.
Portia is wrapping Joe’s right hand in some sort of self adhesive bandage. We decided to go to the roller rink after Crackers, something none of us had done since we were twelve. We all wiped out a few times (not because of the drinks at Crackers, I’m sure) and Joe happened to land wrong. The rink looked like we had remembered complete with a disco ball and red, green and yellow sequential flashing lights. We decided that it was pretty much the same except for the hip hop. Also kids, really little kids were going around the rink on Razor scooters. Some mom let her two year old in diapers run around on the rink. I almost ran over his fingers or toes several times.
Now we’re sitting in the living room drinking tea and watching Dead Alive (aka Braindead). It’s a cult classic that Andy and I haven’t seen. It’s a very amusing, very disturbing horror film with gruesome and amazing special effects. Throughout the movie I kept saying, “Oh god. Oh no, no, no” and covering my eyes and turning away. I’m squeamish like that. Although I don’t have any trouble looking at gore after the fact. The priest “kicking ass for god” was an amazing scene that was stopped and rewound since I was in the kitchen making more tea. Another highlight had to be the killing of hundreds of zombies with a upturned running lawnmower. Also, be sure not to miss the intestines that just won’t die and keep on attacking.
Tomorrow (which is today now that I’m finishing this post) we’re thinking about checking out some of the casinos and maybe riding our poorly neglected bikes up into the hills.






