Hobcaw Barony

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

In August of 2004, the sloths took a vacation to St. Maarten. During the trip, Philip became ill. That illness has never been diagnosed, though not for lack of trying.

Many tests have been run, many things have been tried. All have failed. In an attempt at levity, Philip has ascribed the pain in his abdomen to the Mola mola (oceanic sunfish) that resides therein.

Philip is fighting to find new ways to cope with the alien in his belly. The Mola mola pretty much has a life of his own, living as an expatriate within his host.

I will be posting here about my workout regimen, my quest to achieve good health and other artistic & eclectic pursuits. The beasties have been moved to a secure site. They are getting to the age where their lives shouldn't be searchable by all their friends.

If you would like access to the various images, notes, and rambling thoughts associated with my lovely family you should email me mrmolamola@gmail.com. I'll be happy to grant you access.

Thank you for your continued support and patience.