[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.
now, now bro…horse manure is only a problem if you don’t see it as a solution! horse manure, once nicely aged, makes for terrific compost! Collect it in a pile, and wait for magic to be released in your garden. (oh wait, maybe you don’t have a garden…)
DC and I, with eyes wired open a la “Clockwork Orange,” forced ourselves to endure the entire Orange Ones speech and monarchial procession (complete with Queen replendent in green-screen dress). In fact, give us a medal, we forced ourselves to watch the entire coverage of the Gopper convention, albeit, with levity provided on MSNBC. argh. Our theory is that is it best to know one’s enemies.
The worst is yet to come: watched a tiny portion of Evil Barr’s chat with Life, Liberty and Levin (a truly awful person on Fox.) Barr has such dulcet tones and a hyper calm demeanour as he spews forth. Accusing the media cabal (anyone and everyone not Fox) of being biased for not showing violence in the big dem-led cities, without pointing out that the violence, on endless peat and repeat loop, is pretty much all Fox shows. No irony evident.
You’re right, no gardens here but you guys deserve a medal for watching what the 40% believes unquestionably. And Barr, oh ain’t he just the perfect choice? What a guy; seems he’s lived his whole life for this!
Super photo of the guys, and enjoyed the Moog Buchla immersive art article!
My memory of Pulsa has women in it. Maybe that was for the first few installations. And I may be conflating with AAA or such.
Anyway, in my office I rarely leave while involved with my last semester, going on these trips to the land and surroundings is an ongoing special treat. Keep ’em comin’.
Love, BeAre
You’re probably conflating it with University Place, when we were there in ’65..strong essential women, Charlotte Cain and Flora Clancy, definitely kept the scene propped up but by the time Pulsa got going the wives and girlfriends, though still essential, were definitely not in the spotlight. Or strobelight…AAA, however, now that was a whole ‘nother story. Even some of the guys were girls…heh heh.
I loved getting educated about Pulsa, which because of domestic situations, my life back then did not include. Kathy’s suggestion re: manure is a good one and also referencing her, I sat through the speech in stupefied, slack-jawed astonishment at the audacious rewriting of history, enthusiastically applauded by the carefully selected audience.
Loved many of the phots in this entry – vistas wide and close.