Monthly Archives: August 2020

WHAT

does “No More Bullshit – Trump 2020” really mean?  If some loyal Trumpazoid would explain that to me [in comments, below] I would sincerely appreciate it.  Just spell it out, simply, please. I tried looking it up on the web but all they wanted to do was sell me the t-shirt.

Meanwhile of course life in the mountains proceeds, cooler and less apocalyptically

than most anywhere else;

no rampaging electrical storms, no horrific fires in their wake and

although smoke from fires some unknown elsewhere drift through the view

problems are few.  Any problems in fact are outweighed by summer’s bounty of Paonia

peaches and corn, delivered by our intrepid neighbor Leon [not shown]. Tiny [older] paintings;

The creek, though dry, remains a constant of the morning constitutional

with squirrelly entertainment for dogs.

To further appreciate all this good fortune we made an early morning run to Pueblo

Toyota, sat outside while the Tacoma was serviced and the rats’ nests were removed from its

ducting, all in time for L. to settle in for 2 1/2 hours of discomfiting dentistry while I

made several stops around town for

large puppy food, aging humans food + wine, fuel for the vehicle, a long hot wait outside

“Family Smiles”, takeout from Gagliano’s and back

to the Huerfano to cautiously

partake of seafood ravioli in the coolness and occasional splats of precip of the porch.

L. looked for where this smoke we get was coming from but, noticing the “Poodle Fire”, found a blaze in the Buffalo Hills right above Wall Spring,* fortunately being sent away from us [and not long after “contained”] by SW winds… Not so the Loyalton fire nor the multitudinous blazes that erupted as unprecedented electrical storms moved up the California coast, taxing resources beyond their limits.

Throughout the week the Democrats virtually soldiered on, virtually nominating their presidential and vice presidential candidates; only thing I might say to them just now is to junk whatever jingoistic jingles they’re considering – no offense, Bruce, but we really need Leonard for this; “Democracy [is Comin’ to the USA]”, 1992.  We can only hope…at long last.

*Also, WHY is there a Poodle mountain in the Buffalo Hills and WHY are those “hills”, ever devoid of buffalo, named for them anyway?  Google was no more help with those questions than it was with “no more bullshit”.