So yesterday Emma Dog and I went for a walk in a place we hadn’t been in a while.
The Way Ahead….
When we got there, I was struck by the particular beauty of that place, that day, that time. One of the reasons I bought a house down here in Albuquerque’s North Valley was [...]
So after casting about for a long time I’ve evolved a morning ritual that works quite well for me: get up, feed the critters, do joint-mobilization exercises, then sit down to enjoy my breakfast of coffee and sugar-free red chile cream-cheese fudge while watching anime.
No, it certainly does not suck to be me. [...]
I can haz car?
She’s a 2001 Chevrolet Prizm, which is distinguished mainly for being a Toyota Corolla (E110) with a different label. And also for costing way less on the used market than if it was called a Toyota.
Got her a week and a half ago. Many thanks to Tom Sittler, who not [...]
So yesterday sure went in the tank.
Then again, any day you can walk away from is a good day. And I quite thankfully have.
It started on less than four hours’ sleep and a trip to an 8 AM doctor’s appointment. To discover the doctor wasn’t in, but was off having knee surgery (understandable, granted.) And [...]
So this evening a little before 7 I was walking Emma Dog back south along the ditch east of the Rio Grande Nature Center field. Sitting in splendid isolation on a limb maybe 25 feet up I saw a Cooper’s hawk.
One of these guys.
I stood and admired it for a while as Emma industriously [...]
Nothin’ left in the tank today, that is.
This need probably not surprise us, given my Big Writing Binge of recent history. Notwithstanding that I took all of yesterday off, doing even more nothing than I intended.
I’ve spent much of the last 14-15 months learning how to push my limits without seriously overstepping them. Seem to [...]
The cranes pay me a visit by night, and I am duly grateful.
I swing my kettlebell; Emma Dog doesn’t help. Fortunately.
And white. And blue. Also green, gold, orange, and even sometimes purple.
Just got back from a Meetup BBQ up in the Foothills, right up on almost the last block before the National Forest begins and houses stop. Thanks to our lovely and excellent hostess Lindsay we had the perfect vantage point to watch the show: [...]
Yes, I admit it. I went there. I named my subconscious.
What I can’t believe is that I blabbed about it.
(And yes, I know it’s not midnight here. Indulge me. If you read Wild Cards, you know I have no power over Sixties rock lyrics.)
Anyway, Emma Dog and I went to walk in one of our [...]