Cui could possibly bono? So while the assholes are spreading their poisons everywhere [hello there, Canada, Strait of Hormuz, Lake of Ontario, Venezuela] and redesigning the Capitol and the next generation of Navy ships to look like Victory at Sea [the TV series, not competitive with, say, the Chinese] I continue to wonder which government cronies are raking in the doubtless billions we’re paying to destroy the Texas borderlands in the name of Homeland Security as what can only go down as the total waste, fraud and abuse of public lands and funds ..so, who’s getting the loot? It ain’t crypto so it’s probably not the Trump boys directly…but certainly their

good buddies. Yet, as we pursue or idyll here in the mountains, worse things seemed to be

happening out west.  Like the Hawk, a fast moving grass fire which threatened Reno while

 

I kept turning up Forgotten Sculptures on my tentative explorations down the meadow

and then, just when that one was miraculously contained,

a massive glacial collapse on the Nepali/Tibetan border sent an horrific flash flood down the Trishuli to the Bhote Koshi erasing the major border crossing at Gyirong Port

and everything in its path for miles downstream to devastating effect.  Ver’ bad indeed…

thanks to global warming it can’t happen here as all OUR glaciers melted away long ago

so I continued hobbling down the meadow and struggling back until

it was time for…Pueblo! Rather than visit the water park for us it was

Gagliano’s for sausages, Liz’s for tamales, then Linda’ dental hygiene as I dealt with Safeway shopping and Sonora’s before we hit 80twenty for two cases of wine and up to 29th to cross

to Los Girasoles for a relleno [not shown] and carnitas enchiladas.  After that we braved

the tacky adverts littering the entryway of the Vitamin Cottage although by then I was too

tapped out to survive the crowds so sought refuge in the warm truck until L. was done,

then drove to Colorado City for gas and she from there to barely make the Gardner P.O.

before closing and home, the West still burning nonetheless

but nothing like Gyirong Port...what is becoming of us?