Temperatures finally coming down a little, August 30.
Temperatures finally coming down a little, August 30.
As I creaked out of bed this morning and walked stiffly toward coffee, I thought the first challenge of turning 77 will just be keeping the body working. I settled down with a cup of Dark Canyon, a birthday gift from neighbors Lori and Mike, my nutty-but-gentle heeler Cowboy 2 herding imaginary livestock nearby. Peace …
I heard a few drops falling after midnight and again around 4 am. This is what remained at 6:30 am, August 14. Been a long dry spell. Hot, too. All moisture welcome. I’m waiting and hoping to see that they got rain up north on the Frijoles Fire.
Cowboy 2 retreated to his bathtub hideaway last night while I stayed on the couch and played with my iPhone. Monsoon continues with more heat and light than rain here, although patterns are very spotty. I worry about the mountain and dry lightning. Elsewhere, my college-student nephew, Will, not a couch potato, was evacuated July …
Most days …
I can’t seem to fix politics, war or a neighbor’s computer problems, let alone get it to rain or snow, so I am easing my frustration with an old photo. Here’s Cowboy 2 greeting a wet day a while back. Only a 15 percent chance today but we remain hopeful.
Excuse me this Easter morning for mixing Vincent van Gogh with the Sermon on the Mount but one thing leads to another. For starters, I got text messages from friends Tom and Tim at 7:30 am. Old guys rise early, I’ve learned, maybe the wise ones and spiritual ones especially. This sent me first for …
Happy holidays ….
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