The parade of black-eyed Susans in the creek bed is the parade I should have been following today. Instead, I’ve allowed satellite TV and Twitter to invade my brain, leaving me with a headache and a digital quiver. I thought I should better understand “Breaking Bad,” having not watched it until nearly the series’ end. …
DO KNOW — Moderation in everything should extend to blogging. — Undisciplined efforts produce shapeless results. — Dog keeps barking at feral horses snorting in the dark. DON’T KNOW — Is Twitter the future of news? — Did the president rattle the threat of a U.S. military strike in Syria only to achieve a diplomatic …
No time so far for anything I really want to do today out here in rural-burbia. Homeowners’ association duties and newspaper work intervene. Homeowners’ board meeting this morning dominated by talk of free-roaming horses and hungry bears — the usual stuff of community discussion in our semi-rural, bedroom community. If not horses and bears, it’s …
Susan’s grandkids, Sierra and Mason, were down at her place in Ranchos for a visit. Cooper and I were invited down for a sunny morning walk in the arroyo. No walking in arroyos in the afternoon, though. Clouds flowed in and rain fell. Orno Creek ran for the first time in a long time. I …
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