After learning of the seedbank, I optimistically bought three packets: a "dented" corn and two kinds of melons.
The cantaloupes and Michelle's poppies
take up the two-foot-wide strip along the sidewalk.
It was a "good" day a few weeks ago when I hailed Andrea, the diagonal neighbor, and she agreed to let me plant along her driveway.
There's a huge lot where the Piggly Wiggly used to be and another 1/8 of an acre off Juan Tabo next to the tire place. Hauling water's gonna be a challenge.
After the post-powerline wrangle the other day I wasn't sure if I was gonna get another chance. But I managed to get to the Wyoming Martz & score a gallon of fish emulsion 5-1-1. Plenty to do the back yard too. And a bunch of markers too, for embellishing cards.
Jessica's birthday was today.
Dying Alone
Here she is on Trust and the Unseen (1 of 3)
We'll celebrate Monday when she comes. She vacillates between her Latina & Taos Pueblo ethnicities and really liked The Light People. She gifted me her personal, annotated, copy
so I got her We Survived the Night.
But, you know, a book is kinda dry, even for a writer/poet, so I grabbed a bag of chocolates.
Not wanting to give her something that wasn't good, I got a bag for vetting. Michelle and I agreed they'll do.
That's Coveting Greaseburgers by Vince Distasio in the background. More of his work at iac2.com
Oh, yeah, lest I forget, Horace Kephart: Writings from The University of Tennessee Press, Knoxville, has been one of the highlights of the month.
P.29
See the face at the front in the middle cloud?
The porch light is Andrea's. The corn'll be on this side of her truck.
To top it off I sent a request to a full body massuese. She offers late nite visits and has a lenient draping policy. Hope springeth eternal.
I have, for as long as I can remember, gravitated towards a basic life (often called 'the simple life' by those that have never actually lived it, therefore don't know that there's nothing simple about living basic.). I carry only two sets of cutlery and dishes (two so I only have to wash them once a day rather than after every meal) and just this morning, when I switched my vented gardner's hat for an unvented one because of a 25° temp-drop overnight, commented that I have more hats than shoes. On my rather small bookshelf (I don't tend to collect books unless they're pretty meaningful to me) I've got the standards like 'On Walden Pond, the first couple years of the Foxfire books, a copy of 'Wild Geese Calling' that belonged to my father, and a ratty old copy of Joshua Slocum's 'Sailing Alone Around the World', plus the only book I've actually paid money for in the past ten years, 'A Cowman's Wife' by Mary Kidder Rak.
ReplyDeleteThere's just something 'honest' about basic living.
On the other hand - just this morning I ordered a box of high-tech, high-priced, silicon-based bandages because my delicate old-man skin can't take normal bandages anymore. (I currently have a nickle-sized hole under my left arm where they took a 'scraping' of suspicious looking skin last Friday.)
The library has a copy of *A Cowman's Wife* in the reference section for use there, but not to be checked out. Cheapest copy online is $32.94. I can, of course, order it via I.L.L., but my curiosity compels me to ask: What is/was it that it offers that compeled YOU to relinquish available space to another *book?!?*
ReplyDeleteWho authored *Wild Geese Calling?* There're too many w that title to discern.
Did you take a photo of the suspicious-looking? How suspicious *was* it? Did it itch? Michelle & I both have a fair number of suspiciousnesses. Did you initiate investigation or are you now subject to random searchings? 🧐
I swear Greg, if it's not one thing, it's another. Is there a sheep dip tank you could dunk yerse'f in?
A Cowman's Wife takes place in the southern half of Chiricahua Mountains, now a National Forest that I am partial to and have prowled around in enough to be able to identify some of the locations she talks about. (And she’s no hausfrau! In addition to all the household crap she’s right there next to her husband running a cattle operation in the mountains!) I got my digital copy off Amazon for $10 or so.
ReplyDeleteWild Geese Calling by Stewart Edward White. Originally published in 1940.
Actually, I went in a month early to have a spot on my neck looked at, which turned out to be nothing. But they did turn up something under my arm that I wasn't aware of at all and ended up slicing it off. No itch, no photo.
When I go in there, about every 4 - 6 months at this point, on thier say-so, the dermatologist's resident goes over me with her little loup and special light, then the dermatologist comes in and does it all over again. Then I see the surgeon, who is listed as my primary care Dr., a month or so before or after and they do the same damn check all over again.
They are my sheep-dip!
Thanks for the clarifications and author designations.
DeleteA coatimundi crossed in front of us (Phoebe & I) when leaving Chiricahua Ntl Mon but I never explored beyond the roads. Can you write about your sojourns?
I enjoyed clambering a bit around the Dragoons. You were in there too, weren't you?
Well, I figured if you're gonna keep coming up w stuff we'd maybe better try and think of a way tuh deal with it without you having tuh drive so far....even if you DO have a schmancy new truck! But it sounds as if you have a good team. They say they're hard to find these days. It takes 8 months to get to see a dermatologist at UNMH.