Monthly Archives: November 2018

The ‘pocalypse now…

or, now the apocalypse.  But before we get to that

there was the Aftermath of the Driveabout

and a coupla more days

of blue skies around Wall Spring before

venturing south

into Reno for lunch  [not shown] at the museum which,

always stocked with unexpected treasures, like Maynard Dixon’s “Onion Valley”, below, and

much much more, I never seem to allow enough time for.

Down South Virginia Linda was interviewed by Peter Stremmel and we then went on to

The Motel [4 o’clock news and half an hour of Judge Judy] before her lively opening at the gallery and a most enjoyable dinner up the street [the duck cassoulet transcendent].  Next morning, chill and bright, turned to smokily hazardous air as we descended to the California

side of the Sierra Nevada.   Disaster City, baby…anyway it sure did look like the atmospherics of that allegedly “futuristic” fantasy.  Again; when I first checked on Saturday morning the AQI

was 176 at nine.  Enmasked we walked the dog, an activity

inspiring us to shelter in place for the duration…

The “Duration” included [but was not limited to]

our premature Thanksgiving, sheltering in place but much to be thankful for and

yes [!] those potatoes have been, thanks to the Thanksgiving Duck, sauteed in duckfat.

Better than never.