Slept in, well, not quite. Got up to do a training session with dogs, then feeding, then back to snooze 'til nine. Yesterday's exercise and last nights teetotaling—I think I had enough reserves to get the extra two hours in. Still had nightmarish visions but drove my head into the pillow anyway.
So up, I tried a mountain bike ride. Humiliated. Gashed shins. So mowed lawn without using self-propulsion. You are such a badass John!
Trimmed dogs a bit.
I want a drink. The one or two I didn't have last night. Don't drink during the day. Don't drink at all if possible. Do as I say, not as I do.
The thing about yesterday's long hike was that I actually called someone. Social interaction doesn't hurt either.
Then to the authentic mexican place with other friends. Again, no one pulled out that bottle of Icelandic vodka I so wanted to test. Neither Liz nor I make friends. Friends adopt us despite our reluctance to socialize. I think Liz suffers from low self-esteem and some depression. She is the strong one pulling us both along right now.
About Me
- John Thompson
- Born and raised in Chicago, then Indiana. Went to Purdue University to study Industrial Design with Victor Papanak. Ended up doing graphic design, first for television, CBS and NBC news. Came to Jackson Hole in 1979 with no idea I would stay. I started Finegan|Thompson with my partner, Liz Finegan. We married and have two daughters, both girls. One is a realtor, living in Ft. Collins, CO, with her husband Matt and the other is a graphic designer for Brooks Shoes in Seattle, WA. I used to own an office but now I rent it out and work from a studio in my home. I also create boxes (art) with found objects and bits of stuff I find from my or someone else's past. They often contain squashed, previously frozen gloves I pick up in the road.
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