Every now and then, the clouds just seem to start dancin’.
Winds out west
Every now and then, the clouds just seem to start dancin’.
Weather change coming. Usually I look for mares’ tails, but these looked like fish bones.
Over the Jemez this evening. Lori and Mike’s rescue girl Sara, watching the Muppets earlier this week. She’s come a long way from being a lost or dumped pup on the West Mesa and clearly likes the comforts of her Placitas home. She reportedly also likes watching Animal Planet and the Westminster dog show. …
Here is my company on a wistful morning walk. Along with Lori, Sara and Cooper. And meadowlarks singing from the tops of trees. The obituary for Larry Calloway’s daughter, Lara, who I remember only as a little girl, appeared in the New Mexican this morning — the words as lovely as her spirit, I’m sure, …
Even the clouds have holes today. As for writing, it’s a six-word day instead of an 800-word day.
No place in particular to go, clouds decided to do a little dancing around the Sandias. I think KHFM 95.5 warmed me up to watch with Beethoven’s Piano Trios Opus 1, No. 1. It’s fun, circa 1793 or now. Thank you sky gods and KHFM. Or maybe it was Ellen’s chiles rellenos.
Cooper contemplates the day ahead while waiting for me to rise. (He has already monitored the dawn from his backyard perch). And what was with these anvil-shaped, July-like clouds on March 9 on my way home from radiation? I know there probably is some common meteorological explanation. But my brain is muddled enough to flash …
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