The mid-nineties, slated to rise, didn’t, leaving us with a perfect last week of winds and warm but workable temps while Willey’s semis ran down to Brent’s and back hauling hay…
All month I’ve been spending a coupla hours a day [or less depending on how lame it gets] with National Propaganda Radio, much of the local programming hilariously “brought to you by the Terrorists at the Peppermill” or a “Marketplace” sponsored [in reality as well as on air] by the Koch Brothers. Fair and balanced sponsors, anyway, for wonders such as “Wimps with Words”, Ira Glass in adoration of The Proudly Fat and all that predictably wobegone news from Garrison Keillor. Mostly at the times I listen it’s only news, as in the endlessly repeated “All things Repeated”, whose breathless pronouncements every fifteen minutes that in fifteen minutes we’ll again hear what they’ve been repeating all day long is nearly as annoying as their inexplicable penchant for confusing singular with plural verb forms. And vice versa…of course, given the evisceration of primary education over the past several decades hereabouts it’s actually totally explicable, and circumstantially easily linked to that burning question keeping us all tuned in until November; “Will we the U.S. manage to trump the stupidity of Brexit or…what?”
None of which I’ll miss nearly as much, come Sunday, as the creatures and gardens of the oasis…
…and so, last day;
closing up the repo…
last ‘pies
last lunch at the pond…
last trip to the studio…
last walk to the Park
last dinner on the deck, last light fading…
and, Sunday morning; gone.
More from the road, later on.
M
Wonderful post, Michael.
ah, parting is such sweet sorrow, at last.
nice contrast betwixt and between brexit stupidity and lovely little critters- blissfully oblivious, for the moment to the perfidies of mankind.
I like KPFA. Blues by the Bay on Satratday, and Guns and Butter sometimes is good. Amy of course.
The Oasis! Love the bird “hiding”. All so beautiful.
Of course that sort of selective listening is beyond me; I just take whatever’s on while I’m stuck by the radio…or not. KPFA wouldn’t be an option on the Smoke Creek [well maybe on the internet, but that would involve way too much conscious effort]…
Great desert oasis pictures!! Wall has evolved into a real garden of flora/fauna over the years. Yes, you’ll miss it, but do not despair, the transit to Colorado should further invigorate with road and Libre images galore!
Of course, the busier social aspects of Libre may not be quite as “liberating” as Smoke Creek-life, but at least you’ll have less time to listen to NPR propaganda. This will provide more time to harbor those secret wishes that the UK suffer mightily from Brexit (proving that isolationism, racism, Trumpism and fear simply do not pay off). Surely the “MarketPlace” will come to grasp this financial reality, so we’ll see the Kochs donate millions to Hillary. Aha….gotta love the propaganda spin.
Charles Koch, in an only slightly guarded manner, came out for Hilary months ago. I’ll paraphrase as I don’t want to do a search for Charles Koch on my computer–something like, “Well, I guess the best of the lot is Hilary.”
Transit photos coming up, though the weekend here may delay…as for Hillary and the Kochs, see Fred above [or below, however this plays out]; no millions, though; they’ll be putting their money lower down the ticket where the real action will play out…
As bad as NPR is, everything else is even worse. We tried NBC a couple of days ago and don’t suggest it. The establishment has their agenda and everybody falls in line. In the meanwhile, we have your pictures to console us.
…oh, and the game of foxes and cats.
…..turn off your damn radio!!!
The grace-full creatures that you picture with us have, “……no forethought of grief.” *
* Wendell Berry (give or take)
What I want to know is if everything seems more like propaganda because I am now a septuagenarian or because it is all just more blatantly propaganda. Let’s face it, we have been propagandized all our lives. Instead of speakers blaring Mao’s Little Red Book over speakers as the forlorn Chinese labored in the fields, ours came (and still does) in the form of t.v. sit-comes and the endless commercials which muddle our thinking and make sure we know what is really important…..spending money!!!….and ” the American Way” whatever that is.
Oh, by the way, the images were lovely….and I feel like you are communicating general atmosphere more and more as well as visuals; or I am just more succeptable!