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
Looks too hot and lethargic. beware the doldrums of august.
The three pale horses look like they dropped in from Greek mythology.
Hot and dry here as well, but oddly accompanied by sweat-inducing humidity, the lovely sea breezes now blocked by the wealthy class’s obsession with giant conifer hedges, called, I believe, “privacy” hedges.
Well they do need to protect their precious privacies, the specious shits, don’t they?
I’m ready for some doldrums, myself.
Weather-wise it looks like you got ’em…politically, well, uh-oh.
Weather-wise…double uh-oh! I shoulda checked the apocalypse index before making any presumptions about the weekend’s Bay Area weather…