[and this is so long ago* as to be almost completely irrelevant anyway] that I wasn’t able to allocate the hour and twenty-nine minutes necessary to the current-but-hopefully-not-future presidente’s doubtless humble speech of acceptance so really cannot comment on it one way or the other.  The first minute or two were sufficiently smarmily disgusting and, hey, what was the deal with the wind blowing through that thing on his head?

It wasn’t windy in Gardner when we dropped in on the P.O. following a midweek trip to the ‘burg for provisions and the dump [why put up with the Saturday farmer’s market’s Chemtrail Conspiracists and El Depot’s loony tunes pistol-packin’ Desperadoes when for a dollar more you can drop your trash on a Wednesday unmolested and…recycle too?]. This was all weeks ago,

around the time afternoon rains, late but welcome, somewhat damped down the smokes

and fire danger even if they didn’t do much to alleviate our Other Problem**.

We ranged up the creek every day as

leaves [tentatively] lightened and rocks lichened.

Dean was visited after his second [!] heart intervention of the summer; the first a stent went without incident, this second one involved the insertion of a “Watchman” which necessitated

a more stoic recuperation, stoically endured.

In other news “Atlas”, thirty years at the bottom of Dean’s Meadow and

Tails of the Dogs: Sumi’s

and Kiku’s. Kiku is Maryann’s wandering [“dog of wander, dog of light…”] friend; her new

companion, the Sprout, she hopes will stay closer to home

which, as long as Sprout isn’t exposed to the temptations that lured Kiku away, should happily work out for both of them.  Of course with Puppies you never know What…

One Sunday we traded a deluge on Greenhorn for a pizza…said deluge subsequently observed

from across the valley but pizza [world-class ] not shown, albeit great thanks to John and Eva.

Summer, not endless although hot days recur, and ever up the Creek until a week

of interruptions; stovepipe replacement took most of Tuesday, not a moment too soon

as fall fell with a chill on the first of September.

Which didn’t last…

 

*that picture, particularly…somehow classic, somehow apt.

**Other Problem might also be applied to the aforementioned speech[es] at the top of the page, too, um.