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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 [...] I get a new book proposal out. Hopefully money coming in will ensue. I’m still flying, if flying low. Plus: cute pet picture! Sandhill cranes conspire to bust out of the wildfowl preserve! |
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