so what else do we need?  Oh, yeah; hang  Jared’s sorry ass upside down off a bridge somewhere…

BUT, enough about that; another sort of aimless week of “life’s disappointingly muted crawl”*

after the hail, yesss…

as the work went on along

with the continuing Vincie horse conundrum as well as a far easier trip into Walsenburg for groceries than was Westcliffe as not only is the selection of foodstuffs superior but the people too.

Things dried out, warmer than usual and as August began

 Dave checked in from the Nevada desert, overlooking our place under spotless skies;

miss it.  Skies here vary,

under one of which we ventured, bearing gifts,

to Mike and Nancy’s for distanced outdoor dining…their arroyo as dry as our Dry Creek.

Days of sun, clouds, little rain, horses

and Other Creatures neverending.

Then there was Zoom…a discourse on Art easier to live through than the virtual Memorial

for an old pal’s son Sunday.

The creek, the creek; daily, drily

…not so dry as Duck Flat, but that was awhile

ago…as was the place where this happened,

also missed, though not too much. Not yet.

 

*T. Will Claire, email, 12 July 2020