Now that the Huge Horrific Bullshit Bill has smokingly mirrored its way back and forth between OLD’s congressional sycophants [becoming more horrendously “Beautiful” with each pass] and will soon be made official with a stroke of the Sharpie are we really ready for Ethnic Cleansing on a truly historic scale? Those cuts to medicaid and all the other Welfare for the Reviled Poor don’t come anywhere near covering billions for ICE, the “beautiful” concentration camps and a relatively smaller budget item, the still immense expense of the border fence…trillions laid on future generations of whatever Reviled Poor survive as the MAASA [Make America A Shithole Again] maggots roll on. Five months in with midterms [if any] still a year and a half away…”ethnicities” TBD at the whim of guess who and if you think Palantir doesn’t know who you voted for or had a negative thought about you’re being incredibly naive. Of course, “mistakes will be made”, too, but that’s the breaks, schmucks.

Last things, possibly the very last things and a last week at Wall, warming for the rest of the time;

where there was a day, looking for paintings of a certain size for a friend then

a last quick trip to the Holiday for last provisions

with a view of Shasta on the way over Cedar Pass going up, which had been

great for carspotting [there may be a 1959 Studebaker Silver Hawk hidden in the pic above]*, going

down not so much but I did finally get to stop for lunch with a view of the Granites from the Red Pit

on the way home, where L. finally proclaimed “Glide” complete at last…

while Sumi intently monitored a sneak.

There were last trains, no rains

bobcat tracks, thanks

to Seth and Sonny some nice cleaning up out in the park

and reminiscences about the trailer I commissioned in Winnemucca to transport the bathing tank Dave had built there, first thing on the land back in 1995. It’s been through a lot since.

Saturday, kind of last minute, we went down to south gate to visit the lads, witness their progress

with water and creatures

then home on their much-improved interior road through Parker

to find, last day, first time in thirty years, crickets swarming[!]. Yikes; getting hot, too; time to go.

Oh and deer, who unfortunately don’t eat Mormon crickets, so some last looks around the Repo,

and my ongoing disasters before Monday, last of the last of the ponds…and gone.

*After Bare Ranch I began to see touring cars from the ‘teens lumbering south, then in downtown Eagleville a mildly customized** 1954 Oldsmobile coupe consorting with an original looking ’28 A sedan…more touring cars and the occasional hot rod heading down to join them from Cedarville along with the Stude, which with the Olds went by Rabbit Traxx as I was getting gas [last gas] on the way south myself a couple of hours later.

**slightly metallic sage green, lowered with a slight rake; very sweet.