For the record, broke down after two years of deliberation and bought a reclining chair for my 65th birthday. Only now about to try it out. Almost looks too easy-going. It’s been sitting in the back of my truck for the past two days. Well, here goes. Might not report back real soon.
Shake a leg, lazy bones.
Mid-day August buildup to help me celebrate my mini-vacation.
Happy birthday, Jane. You sure do sit a horse well. Here’s to staying in the saddle and many more goals. Love, John
I can’t fault him. He’s waiting on me.
Good morning, Pat. Hope you are comfortable today. Wish we could be having breakfast again with Bob. At least we managed the reunion in 2012. The Sierra Nevada were very good to us, no? Especially when you’re in camp and not yet climbing that east slope.
Housekeeping for me includes trimming Cooper’s tail feathers and seeing how many times I can trip myself with an electrical cord. Too scratchy from work to read. Did open up Remnick on Putin and the Ukraine at lunch, but my first experience with reading The New Yorker on an iPad made me want to hold …
Cabezon sunset from home at the end of the week. Clearest the evening sky has been in a week. Heat returning for the weekend after several days of good monsoon rain. Pat Houghton’s wife, Judy, posted CaringBridge.org that he decided to go on hospice. I’m sure it was hard for her to write. I …
Scenes from the Fourth. Cooper and I are taking care of Sara. Cooper is a good host and she’s a good guest.
Once upon a time in the Southwest, there was water. And my dogs, Sadie and Molly, loved it. They were lucky dogs. A stream below our house in Placitas ran year-around. They could get wet and cool off there. But we would take trips to the mountains to find water this clear and cold.
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