as Texas seems perfectly capable of making a disastrous mess of itself without any outside interference given their history of doubling down on whatever they’ve screwed up whether it be losing not one but two wars trying to preserve their god-given [emphasis on their “their” there] right to perpetuate slavery or, just last week, the some might say inevitable outcome of an ongoing absolute allegiance to l’ecôle de Chicago economics*, Uncle Milty et al. It’s really just marvelously pathetic, at least as long as one is fortunate enough not to live there, either freezing to death, paying free-range market rates for one’s decidedly non-public utilities or…both.

On the other hand our Sunday saw no new snow since Saturday’s so

a person could at least walk a bit in 20 degree sun before things softened up or later

take to the roads

after which, hoped for but unexpected, Willey showed up to scope out some irrigation work and opined that it was unlikely the fuel pump would fail so catastrophically immediately, words, he

being born to this sort of stuff, I took to heart.  Later that same evening the Inkies in demented idiocy took to pursuing and getting nailed by the skunk – third time did not exactly speak to a very developed learning curve – and were banished to L’s studio for the night and outside

the entire next day.  A day L. left for Cali and I tried a few last tricks

to resuscitate the Chev to no avail so abandoned most hope and slithered on out of there.

Late afternoon at Storm Queen at least proved one thing cheatgrass is good for is as insulation

from the mud after soaking February snowfalls.  Mornings of course things are less soupy until

warm sun flattens dogs

who still stank, intermittently.

Studio thinks

and times past…1996 probably, then now,

complete with Historic Vehicle**

and Historic Chairs.***

A moon coming…Saturday, they say.

A last day with the companion

animales

vegetales

y minerales.

Outa here, soon.

“Whatever violence may come is not in the hands of people like myself, but in the hands of the American people, who are at present among the most dishonorable and violent people in the world.”  James Baldwin said that over fifty years ago, and it seems ever more apt…like don’t you dare mess with Texas, or any other all ‘merican delusional Paytriot, ya heah?

OK, bubba…noted and loaded.

*See earlier reference, “Xenobia Dodge”, on my website.

**For a more correct attribution see Mr. Kolo in comments, below.

***some of which go back as far as 1986, Early Radar.  Really.