It is a stage of life when fondness for the Range’s linguine with basil cream sauce keeps me awake most of the night, but I doze the next afternoon to stretch my legs over the mesa in the evening with my young dog and see rain walking over San Felipe and Santo Domingo pueblos, against darkening …
Nothing like: a “you’re stable” report from the good people at Presbyterian oncology, three years out from treatment; a celebratory shredded beef burrito with green chile at the Range afterward; returning home to Cowboy and my books with a view up the camino of thunderheads rising to the north. I will savor those parts of …
Rise and shine. Sore back delayed start, but grateful Cowboy is a herder and not a hunter. ⇓⇓⇓ Christine Baranski dilemma in “The Good Fight” got me thinking about retirement security, but I have no plans to move to south of France anyway. ⇓⇓⇓ Breakfast and lunch: New York hucksters on my plate. ⇓⇓⇓ Latest …
I’m not crazy about all the new houses out my way in Placitas, New Mexico, nor the power lines and gravel mines, but I’m still a fool for the drive home. This is what Cooper and I saw on our way back from the post office today. I like it best in the summer with …
Always good to see the sun light the tree after topping the eastern ridge — from the safe quiet of my home. But I am reminded by the news how dangerous every morning is for the folks in law enforcement. Good luck and best wishes to all on this bright Sunday.
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