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Thursday, July 28, 2005

More Photos

We've finally had a break in the heat, but more importantly, we're getting rain which was desperately needed. The dirt road alongside our house becomes terribly dusty without rain every few days; it'd been about a week since the last showers.

I tried creating before/after images together in my photoshop program, and while these aren't the best (way too small on this blog) I think you can see how much we improved this old house! When I look at the first photo of this place, I almost cringe...because UNLESS I had a good imagination, and could "visualize" what the end result would be, I'm sure I'd never have wanted to buy the place. Alas though, upkeep is a continuing project. The new photo of the house was taken today, early this morning.

If you'd like to see a large version of the house picture taken this morning, it can be found by clicking on the "Southern Photos" link at the right. Look under the Renovation/Updates folder.

The photo with two views of the back deck was also taken this morning.

Outta here for now.

Deck in morning sun Posted by Picasa

Our House: Before and After -- latest taken today Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Cat Photos & Update

Just a brief update to say that my nephew left with his dad on Friday; they will be staying with his grandparents. His dad has taken a different job, which will allow him to be home more often. Hopefully soon their circumstances will improve, and my nephew can enter school more settled.

I found these photos of two of my cats when I was looking through a file. Luckily the person who bought my old Compaq (a friend who works on computers) was able to save ALL my past photos to a CD, thank goodness. I also got $200.00 for it, which is a good price considering the shape it was in!

Whew, it's HOT here today. And wouldn't you know DH went out to get hay? It must be sizzling in the hay field, but he had a lot of help (another of my older nephews and friends)... Still, I wish he wouldn't have had to do this in such a sweltering, intense heatwave.

I should have some pictures of our deck/backyard posted soon; I snapped a few today, wanted to have a those of my flowers in bloom.

Anyway, here's some photos comparing the growth of my two cats:

Kitten, adult -- very fat! Posted by Picasa

Kitten, as a tiny real kitten Posted by Picasa

Buddy, adult, and Princess Posted by Picasa

Buddy--Kitten Posted by Picasa

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Schizoaffective Disorder and Drugs

I've had an emotionally draining few days, regarding a matter I've not written much about here on my blog. But I plan to do that now, simply as a means of recording a situation others are potentially experiencing. My youngest sister has been diagnosed (at the age of 43) as having schizoaffective disorder. She is currently in a mental institution, which brings me to the emotional rollercoaster of this past week. Her son, my nephew age 11, was dropped off at my mother's house last weekend. It seems that his dad is getting a divorce, and there's some question as to where my nephew will be living. Since my mother and step-dad are elderly, each of my other two sisters and myself kept our nephew a few days.

I'll state the unvarnished truth: I'm surely NOT a maternal person. Additionally, it was very stressful having an 11-year-old boy in the house, seemed neither of us had any real privacy. DH dealt with him better than I did, but the visit re-enforced my own decision long ago that I should NOT have children. The stress is awful, and let's face it, stress is a huge part of raising a child.

Now about my youngest sister: Having three younger sisters, and being the eldest, I guess I have always felt somewhat responsible for them. My father was an alcoholic, and my mother was the typical enabler. This alone created many problems growing up, but while I and the middle-two siblings seemed to adapt -- with the usual assortment of hurdles to conquer as we matured -- our youngest sister, B, was utterly different, right from the start. I remember she always seemed extremely stubborn, for lack of a better term in those early days. When she started school, she simply would not co-operate, resulting in her failing first grade. However, the teacher had allowed her a chance to advance, if she would attend summer school and do some extra work. I recall trying so diligently to get her interested in school work, to no avail. Absolutely NOTHING worked to motivate her. (And if this sounds as though I am her mother, it often seemed that way because our own mother was never very attentive.)

At any rate, this pattern of behavior stayed the same all through her school days, though she DID improve after failing first grade, understanding she needed to study in order to pass, etc. And she never failed another grade; indeed, she did well right up until around age 17. (At the age of 9, our dad died and several years later, our mother remarried -- a nice man, I'm relieved to say.) B always insisted on trying to be "popular" and was a cheerleader, very outgoing, had lots of activities and friends during her teen years. However, around age 17 she began to drink -- nothing too extreme, just drinking at parties, and dating a guy who also liked drinking. They eventually married, and she barely graduated since she missed a lot of her classes and didn't try to maintain good grades in her senior year.

After high school, and getting married that first summer, she and her husband would often party, drink, etc. Of course, this marriage was sure to fail -- and it did, within a year or so. At that time, she made a suicide attempt, took a lot of Tylenol #3 pain pills, and almost ended up with incurable liver damage. However, her husband found her and got her to the ER in time to prevent serious damage. I was devastated, since I knew she was going through a bad time with the separation/divorce, and insisted she see a therapist before being released from the hospital. (This was in 1980, and the hospital did not require she see a therapist before release.) At any rate, afterward I brought her to my home, and took her to therapy sessions --at which she would sit sullen and silent. She would say very little to the therapist, but such was my worry about her that the therapist told me it was not MY responsibility to always watch after her. Not that his advice was much relief to me, since I still worried all the time, even when she moved out.

As you can imagine, the future years brought a lot of similar behavior by B. I finally had to put some emotional distance between us...simply because it had me at the point of a nervous breakdown. Mother was never much help, always half-heartedly concerned, but did very little in the way of help. B went through several marriages, but did have one fairly stable period in her mid-20s, to early-30s, a good marriage and job. However, she became obsessed about having a baby, and since her husband at that time was worried the stress would be too much for her, she had an affair and got pregnant. Frankly, the birth of her son was the beginning of a downward spiral that has ended with her being jailed several times, and currently involuntarily committed to a mental institution. Her son's father has full custody of him, but every time my nephew visits, B is doing drugs and makes him afraid of her.

In the last, worst incidence she was on crystal meth and attacked my mother and step-dad (both frail and elderly now), and then locked them out of their own home. When the law enforcement officers showed up, they had to knock down the door...and she had a rifle pointed at the officer. It's nothing short of a miracle he didn't shoot her! She has made repeated violent threats against her ex-husband's current wife, as well as our mother/step-dad. Frankly, I'm scared of her.

And that brings me to my most terrible nightmare: that she will kill an innocent person. It took a great deal of effort for DH to arrange her involuntary commitment; she has no medical insurance, has no means of support (currently in the process of a divorce), and is not on disability -- yet. This is the second time she's been in a mental institution, and the FIRST time we ever got a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder. At least we know what we're dealing with now, but it is still devastating.

I love my sister, of course; but I also worry that IF she gets out and kills some innocent bystander -- or family member -- that I will always wish there was something I could have done to prevent it. I wonder if this bothers others who are dealing with a loved one diagnosed with this disorder? I know that the current laws in this country (the USA) pretty much rule out continued institutional care, other than jail/prison sentences. And if she gets out again, there's a possibility her ex-husband's wife will try to have charges for stalking filed.

Another aspect I wonder about: which comes first, the drugs or the mental problem? Is it possible that the drug and/or alcohol use intensifies the problem to the point they have serious neurological brain damage? This has occurred to me because I know that B's drug use has definitely made her behavior much, much more dangerous. The last time she was released from the mental institution, she was remarkably improved; almost as well as the stable period in her late 20s. However, within a few months, she was right back to the instability. I assume either she quit taking her meds, or was taken off them. I totally disagree with taking her off meds -- it is just too dangerous for her, as well as others she might harm. I feel the therapist/institution that releases dangerous individuals should bear some responsibility for allowing them to go free and potentially harm others too.

As a sibling of a sister with schizoaffective disorder, I will admit that I also share some traits -- I have known from adulthood that I could not deal with a lot of stress. Partly that is why I chose not to have children. I also once had a very stressful period in my late 20s, didn't sleep for three nights and began to "hear voices," "have delusions," etc. While I could see how that could become seductive, it also scared me enough that I NEVER allow myself to go without sleep for more than one night, keep sleeping pills on hand for stressful times which cause me to lose sleep. I also have a lot of anxiety, but deal with it by daily exercise, biking every day either outdoors or on an airbike indoors. Additionally, I eat a healthy diet low in sugar/fat/caffeine, and have never used drugs or alcohol. In short, I try to take care of myself -- emotionally and physically. On the other hand, I have a very low threshold for stress, and can literally "feel" my body tensing up when I'm reaching that threshold. In one respect, I think the only difference between myself and B is that I know my limits, and try to live in a way that keeps stress minimal. However, sometimes it is unpreventable, and that is when I take the medication prescribed by my G.P. (who also prescribes sleeping medication when I need it).

At any rate, I know that taking care of my nephew seriously stressed me. He is currently waiting for his dad to pick him up from my mother's house, so maybe their situation will improve in the coming months. I just know that I am not able to take care of a boy his age -- except for an occasional visit. Nor do I like anyone in my house more than a day, because I value my privacy AND cannot tolerate the constant stress. As I've aged this tendency has become more pronounced, because when I was younger I handled stress better. In fact, I'd say dealing with stress has gotten much more difficult since I entered menopause too, and I've even experienced a few panic attacks (which I'd never had prior to menopause).

Many years ago I discovered the brilliant short story by Conrad Aiken, "Silent Snow, Secret Snow" which is a beautiful, haunting literary masterpiece -- the tale of a young boy slowly succumbing to schizophrenia, symbolized by the creeping advance of silent snow, secret snow. If you've never read that classic, it is worth the time to read slowly...several times so as to understand the seductive element of madness.

I'll close this entry with an article about how crystal meth can trigger schizophrenia:

The Dark Crystal

Thought Heroin Was Bad? Well, There's A New Demon In Town, And It's Caught Everyone By Surprise

Crystal Meth Produces Schizophrenia-Like Symptoms

Jake remembers the first time he saw the army people. High on crystal meth, he was well into his third day without sleep. Along with the boundless energy and heightened sense of alertness came the mind-bending hallucinations.

"One day I was so delusional... There were these trees on top of this overpass, and they looked like army people, dressed up with guns, marching down," the 19-year-old says between faint smiles and sips of strong coffee. "It was in the middle of the day, and I asked this truck driver, 'What's with all those army people?' He just looked at me. He was, like, 'What?' It was actually fun for me. I enjoyed the hallucinations."

But Jake started to notice that those visions kept happening even when he wasn't using meth, aka speed, glass, jib, crank, shards, and peanut butter. That's when he started getting scared.

"When the symptoms don't go away after you do it, it's no fun. That's when you know you're kinda hooped."

Jake is sitting in a hotel coffee shop in Tsawwassen on a deadly hot summer morning. He's just called local psychiatrist Bill MacEwan, asking for a refill of his antipsychotic and antidepressant medication. He'll take anything to counter the paranoia and delusions that continue to poison his thinking. Jake wasn't always so anxious. But that was years ago, before he started using crystal meth.

The soft-spoken youth started using cocaine when he was 13. He switched to meth at 16, looking for something more powerful, a high that would enable him to stay up for parties that lasted days. That's one of meth's draws: you don't sleep. Then there's the hallucinatory effect. Jake would think a group of people was standing in front of him. He'd walk up to them, only to see the figures dissolve before his eyes into the bushes they really were.

Wearing a baseball cap, baggy pants, and loose shirt, Jake shifts his tired chestnut eyes away when he talks about his methamphetamine addiction. He doesn't want his name printed, although his parents and friends are well aware of the dark place he's in.

"The paranoia kicked in," Jake says. "I'd be so lonely and paranoid. It was a horrible feeling....I'd be looking out my window every five minutes to see if someone was out there. The trees I had always seen looked like people. I was so freaked out one night; I swear to God there were people out there. I hopped out my window in my boxer shorts looking for these people. I couldn't find them, so I got dressed and walked around the block looking for people in bushes. Thank God my parents caught on."

Meth is an extremely dangerous drug. It's cheap, highly addictive, easily accessible, and can be made at home, providing you have toxic chemicals like Drano and battery acid on hand. It can cause structural changes to the brain and induce psychotic symptoms that resemble those of schizophrenia: paranoia, disorganized thinking, delusions, and impaired memory. In some people, those effects will never go away, even long after they stop using.

It's also Vancouver's new demon.

The city's problem is so extreme that last November, on their own initiative, about 120 people from a vast range of professions and interests formed a group called the Methamphetamine Response Committee. It consists of psychiatrists, doctors, nurses, social workers, cops, and bureaucrats. There are representatives from high schools, custody centres, and safe homes, and users themselves. They all say meth use in town has risen dramatically over the last two years. And they're worried.

If the very existence of MARC doesn't speak to the urgency of Vancouver's problem, perhaps Steven Smith does. He's program coordinator of Dusk to Dawn, the street-youth resource centre run by Family Services of Greater Vancouver. It's located in a rundown building at the back of St. Paul's Hospital and offers food, showers, and lockers for kids under 22. Teens can't use drugs in the centre, but they're not turned away if they're high.

"Every single social-services agency has had to sit down in the last year and say, 'Meth has affected us. We have to talk about this,'" Smith explains in his office. "Everyone's on a fast-track learning curve. There's not a whole lot of information out there. There's no denying there's a meth epidemic, and we don't have the resources to address it. I think it caught everyone by surprise."

Meth came to prominence during the Second World War, when Japan, Germany, and the United States gave the drug to military personnel to increase endurance. Later, doctors prescribed it to treat depression, obesity, and heroin addiction. Illicit laboratories emerged in San Francisco in the 1960s, and from there it spread up and down the Pacific Coast. In the '80s came a new method of the drug's production, which led to crystal meth, a crystallized, smokable, and even more potent form of MA. Now, no city or town seems free of meth's tentacles. News stories are emerging about the drug's prevalence in places like Smoky Lake, Alberta; New York City; and the state of Hawaii.

According to the World Health Organization, methamphetamine is the most widely used illicit drug in the world after cannabis.

On local turf, there are countless youths who hang out downtown, like Jake used to, and spend as little as $5 for a high whose effects can last days. The Granville-Davie corridor is notorious for meth. It's the drug of choice for street kids: because it keeps users awake, they can guard their stuff at night; the drug also saps their desire to eat, which is convenient for those with no cash for food.

Although it may have gained popularity at raves, meth has moved well beyond that culture. This doesn't mean ravers aren't still using it--they might just not know it. Analysis by the RCMP's Vancouver-based drug-awareness program shows that almost 60 percent of ecstasylike pills seized locally contain meth. The tablets, a random and dizzying concoction of chemicals, often contain such additional ingredients as cocaine, ephedrine, pseudoephedrine, and ketamine, an anaesthetic used on animals.

According to the Pacific Community Resources Society's 2002 "Lower Mainland Drug Use Survey", which interviewed about 2,000 youth aged 12 to 24, 19 percent had tried meth and nearly eight percent had used it within the past 30 days. The average age of first use was 14.5, and 45 percent of respondents said they could obtain the drug within 24 hours. Family Services of Greater Vancouver reported that in a six-month period in 2001, 14 to 34 youths sought detox for crystal meth. A year later, that figure jumped to 32 to 59 for the same period.

MARC members note that some adolescent girls are taking meth to lose weight, ending up not just skinny but skeletal. It's increasingly popular among the gay/bisexual/lesbian/transgendered community, and even with so-called soccer moms, some of whom take it to keep up with the demands of working and parenting. There are also stories of everyone from lawyers to software developers to longshoremen using meth.

A SYNTHETIC CENTRAL-nervous-system stimulant, meth increases stimulation of the dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine receptors in the brain. It can be swallowed, smoked, injected, or snorted. It provides a sense of focus and euphoria. Meth can cause hallucinations like the ones Jake described; users may also hear voices telling them to harm themselves or others, or think people are following them. Coming down, users often experience an intense craving for the drug, anxiety, confusion, fatigue, headaches, and profound depression. They may be irritable, unpredictable, and suddenly violent.

"Aggression wasn't really a problem on the streets a few years ago," Smith says. "You need a whole new bag of tricks dealing with kids on crystal meth. Psychosis is one thing, but drug-induced psychosis is another."

Drug-induced psychosis is what interests Bill MacEwan. He started the Fraser Health Authority's Early Psychosis Program ( and, like so many other health professionals, has been seeing more and more kids on meth.

"I have patients who are 16 years old, in high school, who are psychotic," MacEwan says at a downtown restaurant. "They hear voices when they're partying, but those voices haven't gone away. It's very frightening, and the numbers are rapidly rising. It's not like cocaine or heroin....Methamphetamine causes symptoms that are almost exactly like [those of] schizophrenia."

What puzzles people like MacEwan is this: does crystal meth trigger psychosis in those who are already prone to mental illness (perhaps schizophrenia runs in the family), or does its use cause psychosis? It's a classic chicken-or-the-egg mystery.

A 2001 publication by the WHO, "Systematic Review of Treatment for Amphetamine-Related Disorders", found that five to 15 percent of meth users who develop a related psychosis fail to recover completely. Most users, the organization also reports, become psychotic within a week after continuous meth administration.

Making matters worse is that users who need medical help tend to fall through the cracks. "What do we do with the kid who's psychotic on the street?" asks Dr. Ian Martin, who splits his time between Vancouver Hospital, Dusk to Dawn, and Three Bridges Health Clinic. That clinic (1292 Hornby Street) is located in the heart of the Vancouver's crystal-meth central. He sees kids who snort meth, "hoop" it (insert it rectally), or "parachute" it (wrap it in a rolling paper and swallow it).

Those who have hit the bottom are often stuck there, Martin explains in a West End coffee shop. If a user in a psychotic state goes to emergency, he'll likely be sent right back out a few hours later because he's high. But most detox centres and mental-health organizations lack the resources and knowledge to handle meth-induced psychosis. In response, Martin has started giving seminars to health professionals on how to deal with users. (He also formed a crystal-meth-anonymous group, which meets every Friday at Three Bridges [604-633-4242].)

"There may be tactile hallucinations; they [users] have a sense of bugs crawling on their skin," Martin says. "They'll say, 'Look doc, it's right here,' and they're pointing to a hair on their arm, thinking it's a spider. They think they have scabies so they will pick at their skin."

Consequently, users are prone to skin infections. They're also susceptible to tooth decay. Users grind their teeth, and the drug decreases the saliva's pH level, allowing more bacteria to grow in the mouth. "I had one 21-year-old patient who had had all her teeth taken out. They were all rotten."

When the high starts to fade, the accompanying depression can be severe to the point of suicide. What also distresses Martin is that meth use significantly boosts the chances of contracting HIV, AIDS, and other sexually transmitted illnesses. The drug delays ejaculation, often leading to rougher sex as a result. (Infection spreads easily when skin is torn.) "And if someone's high, they might not engage in safe sex," Martin says.

He notes that even though the amount of anecdotal evidence related to meth is staggering, more research is needed. But getting hard facts can be tough. It's difficult to get people with an addiction and a mental illness to take medication regularly and comply with doctors' orders. "If they get better, we never see them again. If they get a lot worse, we never see them again," Martin says.

In 2002, UCLA School of Medicine neurologist Linda Chang published "Perfusion MRI and Computerized Cognitive Test Abnormalities in Abstinent Methamphetamine Users" in Psychiatry Research Neuroimaging. The study found that ex-users were up to 30 percent slower to complete tasks requiring working memory than nonusers.

"The slower reaction times on the computerized tasks...are suggestive of subclinical Parkinsonism in individuals who abused meth," Chang's study stated.

DIFFICULTY REMEMBERING things is a consequence of meth use to which 18-year-old Vancouver resident Kasper can testify. Although he quit meth more than a year ago, he says his memory is shot. He can't recall anything he learned in school.

Wearing a studded leather jacket, a ring in his nose, and black from head to toe, the burly youth looks older than his years. When he's not at his Chinatown apartment taking care of his pet rat, Shithead, he hangs around at Dusk to Dawn. He started using meth when his mom kicked him out of the house; it was the middle of winter and his brother suggested the drug to stay warm.

"It had a crab-apple taste, like crab apples right off the trees," the amiable Kasper says at the youth centre. "I liked it because of its taste. If you like it, you want to do it more and more and more. The next thing I know, I'm in Vancouver making it in my hotel."

He continued using for two or three years--he couldn't keep track of what year it was--until, after so much sleep deprivation, he hit a breaking point.

"I put an eighth of weed and a point of crystal meth on the table," he says. "I thought, 'Do I smoke this weed and get baked out of my fucking tree, or do I smoke this meth and stay up for two days and do something I think is constructive but that's just a big fucking waste of my time?' I ended up flushing the meth down the toilet and smoking myself stupid. When I see people doing meth now, I just tell them to do that.

"Getting drunk and smoking pot is a lot better than crystal meth. I've seen people make it in their bathtubs. They pour Drano, ammonia, battery acid, and all this other crap in there. You end up coughing up blood and puking blood up. I'd recommend heroin a lot more than crystal meth. And I did not enjoy heroin."

Kasper isn't exaggerating when he says crystal meth is full of crap. Mixed together, the substances can explode or give off toxic fumes that attack mucous membranes. Yet the drug isn't that hard to make. Mom-and-pop labs can be set up in high-rise apartments, storage sheds, and basements. Recipes downloaded from the Internet call for ephedrine (found in cold medication and decongestants), rubbing alcohol, methanol, lithium, and ammonia, among other ingredients. Take this excerpt from an on-line source:

"Dilute HCl--also called Muriatic acid--can be obtained from hardware stores, in the pool section. NaOH--also called lye--can be obtained from supermarkets in the 'drain cleaner' section....Ethyl Ether--aka Diethyl Ether--Et-O-Et--can be obtained from engine starting fluid....Desoxyephedrine--can be obtained from 'VICKS' nasal inhalers....Distilled water--it's really cheap, so you have no reason to use the nasty stuff from the tap. Do things right."

Given the prevalence of meth in Vancouver, the city is a prime spot for more research. UBC clinical psychologist Tania Lecomte is applying for funding from the Canadian Institutes of Health Research to study methamphetamine and psychosis. Her team will do magnetic-resonance-imaging scans to see if there are structural changes or neural damage in meth users' brains; it will also explore psychosocial rehabilitation.

"I worked in first-episode psychosis for a while, and I would work with clients and do diagnostic interviews," Lecomte says in a phone interview. "In a lot of cases, crystal meth is what caused them to come to the hospital. It seems to have totally changed the personality and behaviour of street youth."

The Vancouver Agreement (a partnership of the federal, provincial, and local governments to foster the city's development) has funded a small study to get input from users. Theo Rosenfeld, who runs Pala Community Development, which supports harm reduction, is conducting the review. In a phone interview, he explains he has tried meth and although he never got hooked, he can see why so many kids are.

"Given the housing options, if I didn't have a place to sleep I don't know if I could be off speed," Rosenfeld says. "It feels as if life is worth living....You're not going to give that up if you've never felt that way before."

Rosenfeld says he was surprised at MARC's efficiency during that first November meeting.

"It was the most intelligent, collaborative response to a drug issue I've ever worked in, in any city I've ever been," he remarks. "Usually these meetings are full of catcalling, booing, and hissing. People are genuinely concerned."

One of the most pressing concerns is treatment. A combination of antidepressant and antipsychotic medication seems to have promising results, but other possibilities need investigation. Then there's the lack of funding, resources, and staff, thanks largely to government cutbacks.

"If you cut off your hand, you go to the hospital and they'll fix it. I'd like to see [drug] treatment work like that," Dusk to Dawn's Steven Smith says. "Youth should be able to say, 'I need help and I need it now.'...It's a really hard drug to quit. They need a lot of support and care, and it's just not there."

There are 10 beds allocated to youth detox services in Vancouver.

SINCE NOVEMBER, MARC members have formed subcommittees that meet every two months. Jennifer Vornbrock, who's heading the group's treatment-and-prevention arm, says the next step is to see what can be done with existing resources. Because those involved recognize the seriousness of Vancouver's problem, there's no room for politics or self-interest.

"This isn't the speed your parents took," says Vornbrock, the Vancouver Coastal Health Authority's manager of youth, women's, and population health. "It's 10 percent ephedrine and 90 percent ammonia. It's not a drug you want to play around with."

Back in Tsawwassen, Jake has no shortage of tales about the damage crystal meth has done to his own life. He sold a new truck for a pitiful sum to get drug money, dropped out of school in Grade 10, and has essentially lost his youth.

"When we were kids, we used to have fun," Jake says. "Now I've lost all my friends to drugs. You can't keep friends because you're antisocial and paranoid."

Perhaps the lingering delusions are the saddest part of Jake's story. Not even 20, he can't make it through a day without antipsychotics.

"They calm me down," he says. "I thought I could detox on my own. Now it's about staying clean one day at a time. It's about staying alive."

--Story by: By Gail Johnson

Monday, July 18, 2005

Photos & Update

I finally had time over the weekend to get some updated photos of progress on the barn. The back is now ready for a door to be installed; DH has started the framework for six stalls on one side. We now have insurance on the structure too; in case of storm damage, we can afford to have it replaced.

I wandered out there Saturday afternoon and took the pictures posted below.

There's not much to write about here, except it is HOT and HUMID. Around 7:00 yesterday afternoon I went on my bike ride, tackling the Killer Loop, and it was just nearly too hot for biking. Usually by that time the air is cooler and it's not horribly uncomfortable. By the time I got back though I was soaked in sweat! Don't think I'll go again until the summer weather abates, or we have an unseasonably cool afternoon.

Saturday afternoon I left on the bike, but the wind began to pick up and first thing I knew, rain started. I had seen some clouds on the horizon, but they sure got to me in a hurry! I got soaking wet on my way home, but I wasn't too far off. In the city park, I loved riding in a misty, light rain...but Saturday it became a torrential downpour and a real struggle to get back to the house.

Oh yes, I bought some flourescent paint -- bright orange -- and painted my bike. If I were a true smart-@ss I'd put a sticker on the back of my bike that read: "SEE ME NOW?" I chose that color so when someone (probably a fat person in an SUV) hits me, they'll have a hard time saying they "didn't see me." :-(

Family is all doing okay. Or what passes for okay in my family anyway. DH seems well too, though I worry he's overdoing it with the work on the barn in this stressful hot weather. However, he takes frequent breaks and drinks lots of water. I can't be his "keeper," even though I do stay in touch with him via the two-way radio when he's out at the barn working.

I've been reading a lot, writing occasionally, and otherwise still piddling with my garden stuff and flowers. We are also looking at foreclosures again, since we've managed to save enough to think of buying another house, perhaps for additional rental income. Sunday we looked at two places, and one was very promising - about a mile from town, 3 acres and a fairly nice house that just needed some work, in the right price range. We looked at another place with 8 acres and an older house, but it was in another county...just barely across the line, but the price was astonishing, it was so low. We'll keep searching, never can tell when we'll find a bargain.

I'd like to have two rentals -- for the income. If we don't buy a house though, we can always buy a used mobile home and put it at the back of the five acres, rent it out. I figure we could do that (pay cash, have the trailer delivered and get electricity/septic tank) far below the price of buying a house. And then we could rent it, or let a couple live there who could help us with upkeep on this place in exchange for rent.

So it goes...

Rear of barn, side with framework for stalls Posted by Picasa

View alongside creek, sloping away from rear of barn Posted by Picasa

Creek alongside property, behind barn Posted by Picasa

Horses grazing in pasture Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Gee, I wonder WHY I am suspicious of all those "scientific studies" that, first promoted as good, turn bad by the next "study?" Could it perchance be that drug companies have something to do with the "first studies?"

As I've mentioned before, I'm waiting for the "study" that connects the huge wave of breast cancers with mammograms; it's surely in the works.

This article will open your eyes:

Study: What's Good Often Turns Out Bad


CHICAGO (AP) - New research highlights a frustrating fact about science: What was good for you yesterday frequently will turn out to be not so great tomorrow.

The sobering conclusion came in a review of major studies published in three influential medical journals between 1990 and 2003, including 45 highly publicized studies that initially claimed a drug or other treatment worked.

Subsequent research contradicted results of seven studies - 16 percent - and reported weaker results for seven others, an additional 16 percent.

That means nearly one-third of the original results did not hold up, according to the report in Wednesday's Journal of the American Medical Association.

"Contradicted and potentially exaggerated findings are not uncommon in the most visible and most influential original clinical research," said study author Dr. John Ioannidis, a researcher at the University of Ioannina in Greece.

Ioannidis examined research in the New England Journal of Medicine, JAMA and Lancet - prominent journals whose weekly studies help feed a growing public appetite for medical news.

Experts say the report is a reminder to doctors and patients that they should not put too much stock in a single study and understand that treatments often become obsolete with medical advances.

"The crazy part about science and yet the exciting part about science is you almost never have something that's black and white," said Dr. Catherine DeAngelis, JAMA's editor-in-chief.

Editors at the New England Journal of Medicine added in a statement: "A single study is not the final word, and that is an important message."

The refuted studies dealt with a wide range of drugs and treatments. Hormone pills were once thought to protect menopausal women from heart disease but later were shown to do the opposite, and Vitamin E pills have not been shown to prevent heart attacks, contrary to initial results.

Contradictions also included a study that found nitric oxide does not improve survival in patients with respiratory failure, despite earlier claims. And a study suggested an antibody treatment did not improve survival in certain sepsis patients; a smaller previous study found the opposite.

Ioannidis acknowledged an important but not very reassuring caveat: "There's no proof that the subsequent studies ... were necessarily correct." But he noted that in all 14 cases in which results were contradicted or softened, the subsequent studies were either larger or better designed. Also, none of the contradicted treatments is currently recommended by medical guidelines.

Not by accident, this week's JAMA also includes a study contradicting previous thinking that stomach-lying helped improve breathing in children hospitalized with acute lung injuries. The new study found they did no better than patients lying on their backs.

DeAngelis said she included the study with Ioannidis' report to highlight the issue. She said the media can complicate matters with misleading or exaggerated headlines about studies.

Ioannidis said scientists and editors should avoid "giving selective attention only to the most promising or exciting results" and should make the public more aware of the limitations of science.

"The general public should not panic" about refuted studies, he said. "We all need to start thinking more critically."

Um, critical thinking...what is THAT? Are Americans capable of it? ;-)

Saturday, July 09, 2005

More photos

Last night I finally downloaded the photos off the camera, and two are posted below. There's a huge gooseneck and flatbed trailer parked underneath the barn top -- easy to see how LARGE it will be when completed. I think there'll be about six stalls on each side, if DH puts stalls on both sides. He will soon start the side additions, already has trusses.

We're a bit worried about Hurricane Dennis here, especially since he couldn't get insurance on the partial barn structure. The insurance agent actually said they were NOT writing any more policies until AFTER Dennis had passed through! That IS worrisome, but maybe the worst of it will pass us by, considering our location is far from the coast.

Much to do today, have to run!

View of one side completed Posted by Picasa

Underneath the top, almost done, large gooseneck trailer/flatbed trailer Posted by Picasa

Friday, July 08, 2005

Belated Entry

It seems there is NEVER enough time for me to make a detailed entry here. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I do suspect it is due to various factors such as: enjoying this new computer; surfing the web too much; working in my veggie garden (trying to store and/or prepare all the vegetables I can before they are gone); taking care of the critters (cats/horses); grocery shopping; running errands; housework; you-name-it. Ah, for the days when I didn't have enough to do! :-)

I went on the long bike ride yesterday afternoon, and it was still hot even near 7:00. My new friends from the nearby subdivision came by first, and we sat on the deck out back, just chatting. I could see that Pat wasn't used to riding uphill on the gravel road beside our house; she looked very tired and hot, so she and her husband stayed for about an hour. When they headed back home, I went on the killer loop alone, in the opposite direction from the way I usually ride. At first it was easy, nearly almost all downhill but when I hit the steep hill on the other side of a railroad overpass, whew!, it was rough. I barely made it up the hill without having to dismount, which I hate to do! Sure got some of that deep, deep breathing which forces oxygen into places it rarely goes! I have been sleeping great for the last few weeks, can't seem to get enough sleep in fact, and perhaps it is due to those long, hard bike rides. I still use the airbike too, but it's not nearly as good at creating deep, deep breathing for oxygen intake. Going up those steep hills reminds me of when I was a kid, and I'd run and run until the hard breathing almost made me sick to my stomach.

Hmm, what is there to say about the terrorists attacks in London? Only that we all knew it was just a matter of time until that happened -- and only a matter of time until it happens again here too. The "War on Terrorism" Bushie keeps defending doesn't seem to be "keeping all those terrorists" over in Iraq and/or away from our allies or, eventually, us. I think perhaps it is creating MORE terrorists. Plus, I always quote the Russian General who said, "Those terrorists are just like cockroaches; kill two here, five spring up over there."

Frankly, I think worldwide terrorism is here to stay -- and NOT just of the middle eastern variety. Any time there are severely discontented/frustrated humans anywhere (and there always are), the potential for terrorism exists. As for my own opinion, I'm more afraid of a brilliant scientist who someday becomes angry and/or nuts, and decides to REALLY cause destruction. Far as I can tell, that's the only kind of intelligent person who is truly capable of doing irreparable harm/destruction.

Here's some links to veggie products, for anyone interested:

Boca Foods

Morning Star Farms


I personally prefer Boca Foods, but the Morning Star products are also good.

I still haven't downloaded the latest pictures of the barn onto the laptop. I'll try to do that tonight, but then I'll have to get them online. I have ordered an external floppy drive (got it off Ebay for $10.00) so I can put the photos on floppy disk via the laptop, then move to my desktop PC, which has no internal floppy drive. Otherwise I have to email them, and that takes a good bit of time, since I have dialup. And I'm just not ready to do research into what kind of new digital camera I want to buy.

I'm also enjoying the small MP3 player my nephew gave me, ripping songs from CDs, and creating playlists. I love having the ability to listen to the music I WANT to listen to, in the order I want, instead of having to accept the "good with the bad" on CDs, etc. But that is time-consuming too.

Hopefully I can soon write a better entry, but this will have to suffice for now. Saturday should be a sunny, nice day here...and DH and I will make the most of it, because Sunday Hurricane Dennis will dump more rain on us. I dread the two days of high winds/rain, but maybe that will give me a chance to get caught up on some writing and answering emails, etc.

I do have one peculiar picture to post. I snapped this one day when DH and I were riding in a valley area -- we saw the huge buzzard sitting on this old house as we approached, passed it, then backed up...and the buzzard DID NOT move, so I got a good, strange picture!

Buzzard on old, wrecked house Posted by Picasa

Friday, July 01, 2005

Rushed Post...

I have so much to write about, but unfortunately not enough time this week for posting. Busy, busy...preparing for the family get-together Sunday. At least a lot of the chores I'd been putting off around the house will be finished! And that means afterwards, I'll have more time to write.

For now, I'll just mention that I have new photos to post at some point, and also the news items I want to comment on later:

Radiation causes cancer -- duh! That report was out this week, and after reading it, I just wondered how long it'll be until they tell us mammograms cause breast cancer?

Mad cow continues to rage...though people in general seem to be ignoring the dangers. I have links to a couple of veggie products online sites; all are available in the grocery stores and cost less than meat.

The Prez gave a speech, and hardly anyone watched. It seems to have inspired one big collective YAWN. He says nothing new or interesting, but I have to admit that Riverbend wrote the best critique. You can read it at her online blog: Baghdad Burning.

I'll write more sometimes after Sunday.