The Glacier Blue- Letter to a Friend

   It's a little heaven......a little hell- trying not to make a crevasse
out of myself.
   Hondoid cavernous reclusive vehicle continues to keep
us safe even on glacial ice, with the ultra sensory nature of it's
droid features and despite its rougher tortion ride.

Now if it'll just get us across the fjord, we'll be in business............ unless Vikings attack. 
The optional top mounted 50 caliber, stingray, armor piercing guns
were only $399.99 with hondoid purchase.  We feel safer with them, and they
come in handy for clearing traffic jams.


A somewhat more complete account of past humanoid events, encounters, and
conversations can be found at   http://www.runnerspace.com/Chaseryote.
 I keep it up to date..........inner meanings can be found in the blog
link, meant for eyes of clever and persistent site searchers only.

  Lynn is home from the hospital after a surgery to correct colon
perforations due to chemo.  She is now off of any chemo indefinitely.
Feeling better except for site pain. It's now a matter of quality vs. quantity.


   The glacial ice still remains cold and some humanoids have shoulders
of the same...........others- regular ice melters.  We continue to be
blessed by people who come out of the woodwork and/or crevasses, from
nowhere, who are in this for the long haul with us, and, who regard
Lynn as more than a "dead woman walking", and the two of us as
 "the death zone".  They come from Bahai, Mormon, Persian, Athiest, and a few
Christian persuasions. 

They know that, left to our own devices, we
will isolate and freeze to death on the mountain........so they pleasantly grace us with phone calls, cards and letters, visits, lawn mowings, house cleanings, meals, flowers, fire wood, counseling and such-
no aebleskevers yet, though.

   Hope all is well with you Harris valley burg buddy,

 Davud of Glacier Way