


And thanks to friends and neighbors for providing plenty of cheer. Now I’m going to see if I can recover my chair from the napping Cowboy 2.




And thanks to friends and neighbors for providing plenty of cheer. Now I’m going to see if I can recover my chair from the napping Cowboy 2.

The dog who had been “living outside” when I adopted him almost two years ago, 12/06/23, has his own thoughts about fresh snow at home today.

Happy holidays ….


Cowboy 2 and I spent Sunday at Petroglyph Animal Hospital where the staff suspected after X-rays etcetera that he had consumed a “foreign object.” Bottom line is that he has seemed fine since. He is not a food beggar nor a cupboard sniffer. He gets at most one treat a day and he doesn’t run loose in rabbit territory. I found a dead tarantula in the yard that morning but it was whole. He brought a dead bird into the house the previous week but it also was whole. I also found a stuffed toy fish with a missing dorsal fin. So I don’t know. At the same time I hope no one in our neighborhood, even though spread out, is poisoning rodents, which is treacherous to pets and wildlife alike. Cowboy 2’s symptoms fortunately were fleeting. Our careful doctor at Petroglyph could only find in the X-rays what she thought might be bits of cloth or string.
The folks at Petroglyph were great as always. And the patient was glad to get back with his pals Izzy and Molly.
It’s time for Sandhill cranes to be flying down the Rio Grande and Izzy seems aware, even if she spotted them inside.


Photos by Izzy supervisor Lori and jr. Molly and Cowboy 2 standing by.





I’ve been saying “I don’t know” a lot recently. I came across this guest essay in the New York Times in the middle of the night. I still don’t know and I could not get back to sleep.
From the “The West is Lost”
Loss has become a pervasive condition of life in Europe and America. It shapes the collective horizon more insistently than at any time since 1945, spilling into the mainstream of political, intellectual and everyday life. The question is no longer whether loss can be avoided but whether societies whose imagination is bound to “better” and “more” can learn to endure “less” and “worse.”



This is my rainy day icon, photographed from my warm and dry bedroom sometime back but it’s raining again today.

