Road to Jackson 
Don't Know The Name of this Mtn.
Where the Bighorns RoamThe wind seemed to blow pretty hard all night since I could hear it each time I woke up. I didn't know if it was drifting snow on the roads or not. Got up in time to see Bob before he went to work. He went again to plow at the airport. It dawned a nice day and was much warmer.
Gina and I visited a while and after pills, OJ and Activia, I got ready to go to Jackson. Charm was driving today and we had a good weather day. One good thing is that from Gina's it's a lot closer to Jackson, so its a shorter trip. Scenery as beautiful as ever, deeper snow, and the rivers 85% open or more. Charm and I had a good visit on the way and I had to start drinking the Berry Smoothie barium contrast at 10 a.m for the scans. We got up there about 45 minutes early and went into Staples where I bought one of the cheapest mice for the laptop and some batteries for my camera. The mouse is almost identical to the one that's on my PC.
Then on over to the hospital. We saw another Pinedale friend getting her treatment and talked to her. We were a little early, but I was soon in the chair getting an IV into my arm which they would use to put in the "contrast" for the CT scan. They couldn't use the port because the contrast they inject could ruin the port, and I said I sure didn't want that to happen. However she took blood when it wasn't necessary this time. The CT technician came right on time, just as I was finishing the last of the drink. Charm waited. The scan took maybe 10 minutes, was able to just keep my clothes and shoes on. She told me the machine takes between 50 and 75 pictures per second, and perhaps 3500 views or something like that. It was quickly over with, and back to oncology to pick up Charm.
We went to KMart and got a few things. Then went to lunch at the Virginian - althought I ordered breakfast. The food was pretty good and since I could only eat lightly early this morning, was hungry. Charm gave her a call and we stopped by Kathy's new studio south of Jackson for a tour. It was great to see Kathy again. She is such a nice person. She is having wonderful success with her art. We are all so glad for her, as she has worked very hard to get where she is. Love her artwork too, and she had lots displayed that we were able to see. She is an inspiration. They are building a new home there and Kathy's new studio is beautiful.
Back on the road "home" with a stop at the Hoback Market for a rest stop. Seemed funny not to have to grocery shop.
Gina's family had gotten back from a trip hill climbing with their snowmachines, and had picked up Kizzy, their dog that Gina and Bob have been babysitting. Gina had run down to Big Piney for a prescription today. She popped a BBQ seasoned chicken in the oven with some dressing, and we had some more pie.
Called Joe again, and he said he is doing fine there. We made a date to have lunch together when he comes in for a haircut on Wednesday. His hearing aides could be here then, but she hasn't called him yet. I hooked up the mouse, and although Gina said don't, I installed the software and the laptop started running even slower, so didn't accomplish much answering email or blogging.
More of Gina's day from her journal - this happened while we were gone to Jackson: "Went for a walk. A Mexican (who seemed not to know much English) ran off the road and buried his pickup. I walked home, got the car and went out and pulled him out! He was sure I couldn't...but it worked. Got him streightened out with the world, and told him I'd hit him hard. It worked." Her description was a lot more fun than this and we just laughed over a guy getting pulled out by a little old gray haired lady.
If you want to check out Gina's blog, where she has posted a couple pictures of me too, it is in the list on the upper right - horseback41 is the address - you can click on that link. She has a very interesting blog and great photos. She also described how Kizzy and the cat have been having a love affair. It's been pretty hilarious and entertaining to watch them.
