of nothin’ we crashed into three days of somethin’s

what with Saturday’s two loads of laundry, Linda to the Farmer’s Market [which was chaos,

she said], the Return of the Antlions and next day

up the creek, longingly looking up to the Lone Pine, a place we never get to anymore,

before housecleanings, dogtongues, putting away L.’s studio

an abbreviated visit to mine,

then down to dinner with Mary Ann,

John Barr and Linda’s ex-nephew Scott who’s here for a week or so every year, usually around this time as it coincides with his girl friend’s work schedule. A longish evening with many conversations; a detour into DMT with John, lamenting with Mary Ann over resistance to repairing the library building [Books? Burn ’em!*]…dogs, mountains…good times.

Monday after a trek up the creek wherein people became quite fixated on the Busy Squirrels

and lunch we were in Walsenburg where the Safeway remained in upheaval with renovations

and the ‘bib remains…as ever.

Returning to Libre we ran into a gaggle of six straggling up to Dean’s studio after a four and a half hour lunch at Sibylla’s [how they do it I can’t imagine] as we barely made it down the hill

to unload and rest up for the sunset. No studio that day

but Tuesday, which started off in a cloud, was another story as

said cloud soon dispersed

though by afternoon it’d re-spersed, eh, dark, chill…barely rainy but

a very good day of nothings.

*An exaggeration; the actual suggestion was to get a roll off dumpster and throw everything in that.  MAGA!