If I did not have the day off, I probably would be dwelling on endless political back-and-forth and missing fun stuff like this travel piece from the Navajo Times,Sheep Springs is the gateway to everywhere,” and this great 1982 photo of World Champion bull rider Charles Sampson from the National Finals Rodeo.Bi8GJphCAAAe0OQ

I know we newspaper people live in glass houses, tossing around criticism of others as we do daily. The return of favor also is daily. I take it seriously but felt overly embattled this morning — at least on my day off —  when I encountered this offering from the Nieman folks at Harvard, “Journalists need to think more critically about weather maps.”

Thanks for the help, Harvard, but not today.

unnamedPie for breakfast is good.

Taking your time getting out into the day is good. Having the time to read something that doesn’t involve electoral politics is good. (I have twice in the last two days run across the perplexing epithet “extreme politician” and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry). And, of course, there is a good guy named Cooper waiting to hit the trail.

The Legislature is like a knot in your rope.

Wrote around 10,000 words in 23 columns, in addition to editing and commuting.

It takes a while to shake the knot out. Then, even my coffee tastes better.

This is my explanation for having pie around.  I’ll have to cinch up again for the election year. Coop waiting

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Daydream No. 23,501 — I retire, rent a room on the top floor of The Murray in Livingston, Montana, and write people notes on The Murray’s great notepads.   I would read books, get my Lena Endre fix on Netflix and eat wherever fine biscuits and gravy were being served. I might want to ride into the mountains, instead of walk, if I could fine someone else to keep the horses and do all the work. Maybe an occasional drive up through White Sulphur to Helena to see family. I would not catch and release. I would turn my fish over to the chef at The Murray or a friend with a smoker.

Solstice mesas

 

My temperature gadget read only 39 degrees on our evening walk, but my feet got cold in my regular boots and even snow-loving Cooper seemed to trot as we turned toward home.

Long day at the computer on this shortest day of the year. Walk helped shake it off. I’m going to unfocus even more with the Swedish version of Wallander on Netflix. I especially like the part where Lena Endre moves in next door.