Wednesday started out super busy as

while I unloaded bricks and blocks at the former battery shack/future museum a van showed up from Stremmel Gallery for Linda’s pieces and awhile into loading those

Garret appeared with Jack, his wife’s $45 horse, to run off our ill-tempered one-eared feral one.

He was still at it when Loren headed out with the art but even though the arrival of the propane truck spooked the wild one at the gate was nonetheless done around one and after some

interesting talk about roads and trails and places known and unknown to me, including but not limited to the news that there was still a leak at some far corner of the the fence where the horse got out, he went back to Winnemucca and we investigated, ultimately failing

to find the leak but having some nice interims in the interim…

all in one day at that.

The next began with another look for the leak

and though I did find some loose wire I never did

discover where that horse had gotten out.

Later…

Ah, well…a “new” day dawned; just like the old day, so one last run, colder than it looked,

down along the road but no leak there either.  I found place a critter might have gotten in but

not out, however, and Ice in a ditch in the morning light.  Winter daylight

not like what they’re getting over the hill as California burns.  Here it was eighteen degrees,

Saturday morning with First Ice on the ponds, painfully clear

and lunch on the porch.

End of a sadder day…all those fires.

Soon rain?