Today’s my honey’s birthday. I promised her I’d put the registration sticker on the license plate for her we when we got back from buying water, so up the drive I trod. Thirty-five degrees and breezy in full sun, no jacket. I did the job and put the registration card inside the glove box. While [...]
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Spring can’t get here soon enough—and never does in Taos—but sometimes I don’t mind.
Oh, I’m weary, all right. (Winter, viruses and lung rot, rusty razor blades of doom, etc.) But I think I have this thing figured out. I’ve been nothing but miserable when it comes to conventional expectations, and as smart as I am, I’ve dispensed some God-awful advice. You might even say I blew an obvious [...]
Oregon juncos don’t give a damn, just eat.
Just watched the inauguration online: White House video feed, crystal clear on my 24″ iMac with 6 Mbps broadband. Hard to believe I once did things like this on a stinking cathode ray tube TV set with useless network commentators to ruin it. Such a huge crowd! Anyway, good on the prez and his beautiful [...]
“Old Taos,” as the saying goes. Here with dead sister’s art (Hi, T.!), teas & spices, photovoltaic lantern, and a crack.
Only 37 °F (3 °C), but it feels like spring, sort of. Hah. Tell that to the dirty solid ice outside the front door. It’s been there for over a month! “Well, why don’t you get rid of it?” I’m sure there’s a way. Have the washer woman and the scrub lady build a big [...]
I remember this model. My parents and other unfortunates owned one. (Hint: it’s a VW.)
That’s all she wrote. FarrFeed—my old blog—is all pooed out. Some say it was the weather. Others say it was because my mommy died. There’s a little truth in each of those, I guess. The site is like a closet full of clothes that don’t fit now. My God, what history! What laughs! what slopping [...]
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