Where's Hazel? Pet Hazel. Scratch Hazel behind her ears.
Summer Solstice to Mad Hatter's Tea
Nothing much to write home about for the first half of
july. Enough time was taken just watching half a month go
by that little else was recorded. Included among the Days
of Our Lives was The Two Worst Mournings of the 21st
Century. (so far...)
Fifty Years From La Luna
Really tired today. I napped for a few hours after supper
last night and then woke up to brush teeth and go to bed.
Must be the full moon; or all the specials and reruns of
specials and news rehashing the specials of the moon
landing. Where were you fifty years ago? I could swear I
was on the Mall, parked out front of the Smithsonian
Castle with a van-load of Scouts. That was the tour when
Lester was misplaced. But my photographic record is
seriously lacking from that year... Where have all the
photos gone? Did I dream the whole thing?
Summer Camp on Wheels
Someone else has this idea. Similar but
Gulch Expeditions fields several moving camps
each Summer. Eighteen campers are here this weekend
for a rest/work day after a Rim to Rim hike in the Grand
Canyon. Eighteen campers ... they remind me of what I left
behind all those years ago. Colin Fletcher, author of The
Man Who Walked Through Time, said: "The best
dress for walking is nakedness." He also said, with
regard to carrying his house on his back: “You mind the
ounces and the pounds will take care of themselves.”
Dump & Fill
Usually I get a month out of both tanks. Give or take a
week, depending on how many times I wash dishes and where
I dump the dish water and how many nearby trees need
watering... Today, Man On The Moon Day, I am dumping and
filling just because.
Monsoon Finally Here? Maybe jumping to conclusions but
the humidity has been up several percentage points for the
past week. Three mornings in a row there has been
significant dew on the bonnet of TinyTruck and
thunder storms every afternoon. So far not much rain but
lots of noise and lightning.
2019vii30—We Ei8ht Are Now 4our
My sister Donna called this evening. Gordon, first
brother younger than me, died of Alzheimer's a little
while ago. He'd been placed in hospital somewhen after I
visited last year and then recently, with his condition
deteriorating rapidly, moved to hospice. He was married to
Phyllis some forty years.
I'll drink to that. In the meantime I hope this finds you
well also. In over my head here at Pie Town. Seems there
is only one other person here who knows how to fix
anything but pie. But the money is great. I'm saving up
for new tyres on TinyTruck and next Summer's adventure.
Trying to anyhow.
Pie Town Pie Fest
Pie Fest was a wash, IMHO at least. Almost a washout.
Occasional squalls of rain-hail-thunder kept visitors
running between events and shelters. I mostly walked
around and did a lot of people-watching. The best part was
the traditional pasta feed at the Toaster House.
Rain Thunder Hail
1.17” in 24 hours. Most rain I've seen in a long while.
Union Pacific’s historic Big Boy steam locomotive No.
4014 is touring the Union Pacific system throughout 2019
to commemorate the transcontinental railroad's 150th
anniversary. The Big Boy’s return to the rails is the
product of more than two years of meticulous restoration
work by the Union Pacific Steam Team. No. 4014 is the
world's only operating Big Boy locomotive.
Presby ER Socorro
This storey started a few days ago, no doubt as I was
building the scaffold to hang this sunburst mural on the
wall of the shako. I have no idea when for sure; a few
days later I noted a swelling, a discomfiture, about the
middle of my right outer calf. Later I was aware there was
something in there, under the skin, some foreign object. A
few days of applying a black tarry drawing salve,
occasionally mixed with a green healing salve, produced no
particular result other than to make a mess of my sleep
sack. Retired Nurse Terri agreed that I should have my leg
looked at by someone more professional than the usual
gawkers hereabouts. After the tagline “I've had a
wonderful life. Just wish I'd realized it sooner.”
appeared in an email Nita twisted my arm and if I was that
scared of the hospital offered to accompany me to the
`Yes, that's it,'
said the Hatter with a sigh: `it's always tea-time,
and we've no time to wash the things between whiles.' The
Mad Hatter's Tea Party this year also included a Teddy
Bear's Picnic. Quite a party! Scones and crumpets
and muffins with honey and watermelon, and lots of tea of
course. We met at Nita's Toaster House on the Continental
Divide Trail in Pie Town.
The Ides of October
The grade at Train Spotter Hill was not as much of a
challenge as I'd sort of hoped for. BigBoy and his
entourage of vintage passenger cars made short work of the
hillclimb. The flyby as it were did not last long enough
for a careful appreciation of the mechanism nor more than
about thirty seconds of close-up video.
One more night on the road to fuel around and do the
Annual Weigh-In (the bus and toad combination scaled at
33,300 pounds) and The Cat Drag'd Inn to Winter
Quarters at Tonopah. Time to get this letter in the mail
and begin composing the next one.
Samhain and Internet Addiction?
Not sure what the hoopla is all about. My "phone"
book-transistor radio-music player... still has an off
button. Perhaps we need to recall Nancy Regan to teach us
how to D.A.R.E. to Just Say No!
This Just In--Monsoon Revisited
My friend in NOAA's Ark sent this chart concerning the lack of precipitation in the Desert Southwest this Summer.
I do not know what I may appear to the world;
but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on
the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a
smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the
great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
—Sir Isaac Newton
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