originally posted June 10, 2021 Today was crazy. It was overcast and 75 degrees, so relief from this blazing heat, but it was SIXTY-FIVE percent humidity! We live in the high desert. It’s not supposed to be that bloody humid! Though after a walk with the Beard and the dogs, I hopped on the tractor to mow in the relative cool and start day one of what was a three-day chore . . . mowing. We mow around the house and I tackle a walking path that runs the perimeter of our acreage. It measures almost two miles, as Google tracks, of trail.  Our landscape designer recommended a six-foot-wide swath…

After many of you sent me kind words yesterday, I realized my posts were a little cryptic.  My dear friend, Jack, invited us to his rocket club’s launch. This particular launch is only a twenty-minute drive, so OF COURSE, WE’RE GOING TO WATCH PEOPLE LIGHT STUFF ON FIRE.  We went on Easter Sunday and, frankly, were surprised how much fun it is even when you are not a rocketeer.  Saturday’s launch was jam-packed with some heavy-hitting rockets. Jack and his wife are some of our favorite people. So, I offered some recordings, and we booked out to the grasslands. Two things of note: the weather in April was cloudy and…

I’ve hit a wall. Yes, I’m trying to find joy in the little things. And I am. Coffee on the east porch. Watching the storms roll by. Taking the brush hog to the farm. How fucking good I feel after yoga! All of those things are satisfying, and yet I can’t shake the Blahs.  An article in the New York Times calls it, “languishing. The sense of stagnation and emptiness.” A response to the last year our brains have been on high alert. Politics. Social change. Pandemic. We have basically been in fight or flight mode, I’ll argue since 2016, but definitely since last March.  Languishing is the absence of…

Want to be sure to hit a class LIVE? I’m still working on how to integrate a calendar into the Patreon site, but for now this will have to do! I know the posts here have basically eliminated the need for an extra website, but I have to move slowly on the tech side. My tech guy has a full-time job, sheesh!

So, new farm adventure. The birds are coming down the chimney. Last week, it was a Raven and it made a sweeping tour of the house before the dotter and the Beard managed to herd it out of the house. Yesterday, I was sure I saw movement in the stove but when I opened the door to check . . . nothing. While I was in town picking up the truck, Idra the Hellbitch was watching the stove door like television and the dotter opened the door . . . nothing. This morning, the cat was again hovering on the hearth and I opened the door to see, sadly, a…