…and Deport Stephen Miller, preferably to some shithole of DeSantis’ devising? But while we’re waiting for that [and the complete MAGA meltdown, if only…]* we spent a most enjoyable

early evening with John and Eva on the eve of their departure back to El Cerrito with many topics covered [music and art particularly], not too much in the way of politics and a truly astounding saga involving the rodent-demolition of a rental car and the cascading unforeseeable consequences resulting. The next morning we went straight up the knoll as far as we could and the

day after that into Walsenburg, running into people at not only the Gardner Post Office but the Transfer Station and even the Safeway…fortuitously we saw no one to distract us at the Lumber Yard, the newly relocated recycling bins nor the Habib** where I took a cursory inventory of 80s paintings but after an attempt

to document “Amphibian” [2002]*** in cramped quarters and all the previous socializing we fled without looking in on Brendt’s retrospective at MoF, for shame but really too tapped out,

for home, lunch, and collapse, making for a pretty much lost day though the next, o-cast

for the most part, was marginally more productive [not as productive as the very strange coven of Unknown Ants above, however] and the woods, though close, remained ever surprising.

Later on in the rainy afternoon I tentatively decided some of last year’s paintings might be

pretty well done and when Friday arrived warm and bright

I checked the water after which we went up into the Yellow Zone as far as we could manage

[maybe 70′ elevation gain] to take in the views and

finished out the day with salmon and barbecued corn on the south-facing porch

while to the west, a summer night…

*What to do about Schmuckface the Wannabe Martian is a whole other issue…one of many difficulties well above our paygrades in addition to the antics of OLD’s cavalcade of clowns whose destructive machinations are as nothing compared to what the AI and Cryptoidiots are already doing to the rapidly diminishing resources of our home planet.  Got water?  How ’bout massive “data centers” mining the waters of the desert southwest [and every anywhere else] to prop up their dangerous shell games of…nothin’?

**The Habib Building, so called because we bought it from the Habib family back in 1990. It had previously been a gas station and tire shop with living quarters attached. Their pear tree continues to survive, even thrive, as a closer look at the streetview shows.

***Happily to subsequently discover a decent documentation already existed.