it’s the Fourth of July…or was, anyway, but before that it was the third, pretty wasted

after the trip and two nights of not very great sleep but some very good corn and

initial investigations of the studio

while for some people what was more interesting was on the wind.

We began little forays into the nearer woods though I

spent a lot of time checking out the view of the underside of the studio floor, flat…

Then the Fourth*,

the weekend and

the rocks

on tiny walks.

As Leon’s gladiola blossomed as promised

we took to the woods,

had all of two drops of rain and then a Monday visit to the magnificent Desiree for medical massage with tales of a dirt-bike mini Burning Man on [and a medi-vac from] the Alvord Desert

before Tuesday’s dinner with Nina, her ‘workcrew’ Joshua and Alexis from Stony Point, NY and

our near neighbor Maryann, second Libre person we’ve seen after Leon brought the carrots

and the flower…which continued.

*A Fourth of July memorable certainly for the Stroke of the Sharpie that officially dissolved any constraints on all activities OLD’s [or Stephen Miller’s] newly funded police state have been or are contemplating perpetrating…like, for instance, MacArthur Park.  As Mr. Shithead Bovino of ICE told Fuckeds’ News: “I don’t work for Karen Bass. Better get used to us now, ’cause this is going to be normal very soon. We will go anywhere, anytime we want in Los Angeles”.  Better believe they’ll be in your town unless you love OLD and their the Big Beautiful Bullshit Bill as much as everyone does in Iowa; those armored personnel carriers won’t be rolling into that den of maggots** anytime soon. Unless, of course, Palantir detects a discouraging word. Like maybe not wanting OLD to receive the Nobel Peace Prize his buddy [and fellow war criminal] Bibi recently put him up him for…

**Maggots of course turn into flies sooner or later, and who knows what the flies will make of all this. Most likely something much much worse.