Even before the dippy haze of Hippy Days dispersed we were hit hard by a welcome afternoon deluge which seemed to mostly miss them from what could be seen up on the mountain…

…which was dry and clear for Sunday morning, with usual and unusual bugs up the creek.

Monday was all about our quickest grocery run ever; up to Pueblo and back before lunch…

Just as well as that night brought another dinner for eight with all the trimmings and dishes [not shown] even unto the following day

“Help, I’m a rock”…or an eye rock;

[“Eye-rock; get it?]  [sorry…] New lives;

So onwards and…up da creek, where our little friends grow hairier by the day…

Up the creek, anomalous interventions, and rain to follow at dusk.

Which came later, of course…meanwhile we wander the nearby woods, doing our best to get lost every time…

though somehow always managing to find our ways home to the wine;

I made a midweek run to Walsenburg to visit our period room [1963 painting and small sculptures from the 70s and 80s] but mostly to continue the vast inventory project; moved another 130 canvases out of the racks…and cataloged the seventeen sixties survivors.

Then home in time

for lunch.

So.

It goes.

M