One hundred and four degrees. Thunderheads building. From the air, I study the geometry of center-pivot irrigation and oil and gas fields below, trying to read tea leaves, wondering about meanings, even though it’s only alfalfa, soybeans and service roads. Short stories by T.C. Boyle sparkle and crack and require less craning of the neck, …
Pretty easy deal to stay at the hotel I took this from and walk down that glassed-in walkway to get to your appointments across the way. Plus, I had a great doc who flies back and forth from Houston to Corrales, where he has a home and keeps llamas. Here is my blog post from …
Cooper came home with me from the animal shelter on August 16, 2006. The shelter people guessed he was 3; the vet said anywhere from 3 to 8. At any rate, we celebrate his birthday on August 16. He’s waiting for breakfast on Sunday morning here. In summer, he regularly takes the breeze on top …
I gotta do something different in the morning. I wake, start reading the latest Trump assaults on decency and wonder, “Where am I?” And I’m starting to feel my own descent into taking pokes at Trump on Twitter — including “Admired Eddie Haskell” and “Should Carry Gilligan’s Island” — has been pretty tame.
I think we’re going to revoke landing privileges for the Trump Jet here at dreamranch. Or maybe we’ll just build a wall. That guy in the golf hat caused a bad dream for a guest last night and I think he is disturbing my dog. My old firefighting and trail-building buddy Bob cruised in yesterday …
My Apple devices chime and I am transported to Montana, 10 again, feeling the grass tickling my bare legs, the warmth of the late Sunday afternoon — the forbidding return of structured learning still a couple of weeks away. Sister Hope has sent me a picture of nephew Will at home outside Helena, two-month-old chicken …
So far this morning, I have considered opera, biscuits and gravy, learned that it is World Lung Cancer Day and read tweets from a famous author about peeing on a tree in his driveway before getting behind the wheel for a bagel run. You are at risk for such things if you check your email …
If you see nothing new on dreamranch, you might find me on Twitter. Sometimes I can’t muster more than a tweet. But there’s also something so ludicrous about Twitter, I just can’t resist. So, my Twitter handle is @jrobertsonNM at this here address. And the latest can be seen by clicking on that little file …
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