Tonight was another enjoyable adventure in auto repairs, the Unmechanical Way. I mentioned in an earlier post that when I had driven up to check out Monument Valley in early August, I was driving on a rutted road in some back country around the park when I got out of my truck to take...
Read more →After about two months of listening to the audio book while I drove to and from work and out about twon and on a few day trips, I finally finished one of the more hefty- and meaty- books I’ve read in a long time. “Dune” by Frank Herbert is considered by some to be...
Read more →When it comes to creativity, it’s always perplexing to me why you can produce something worthwhile or even fairly easily one day and have such struggles on other days. Creativity truly is mysterious. And it is also the case when you create something that you might think is mediocre or insignificant, only to discover...
Read more →When a mostly young Father Sophos assumed his post as the shepherd of the East Main Catholic Mission, he was surprised to discover that his new position came with a building, but no congregation. For some reason it was still in the books as a Catholic parish, but aside from his paid secretary and...
Read more →It is getting late and I’ve written nothing, so here is generic words, September 16, 2017 edition. It was a week ago that the girl cat started acting weird and frozen and she quit eating for a few days. That was a week ago. Now she is back to her talkative, hungry self. I...
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This evening after work, it was as good a time as any to mess around with the camera and try to make some progress understanding how to use it. The truth is, when it comes to taking photos and processing photos, I am still a hack. I am enjoying and growing more comfortable with...
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It’s a fair boast. Pueblo chile peppers can be appetizingly amazing. They can be “meatier and thicker” than some of their New Mexico counterparts, raised in the cool evening air and loamy soil of southeastern Colorado’s St. Charles Mesa. There is room enough in the world for a range of good chile pepper regions,...
Read more →Today I went to work and I stared at my screen and worked pretty hard all day. I don’t work physically hard but sometimes the hard work is thinking through the logic on how to ship data around, like defining paths of trucks carrying loads across a town. You want adequate throughput and you...
Read more →It was a pleasure to start another four week course with Robert Gish at UNM Continuing Ed tonight. I wrote a little about Robert before when I took this class with him a first time. The class is on short story writing- some theory and some practicum. Robert is a Ph.D., but above that,...
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On the heels of a strange Sunday where I reported on a cat feeling sick, Tim mentioned that maybe she had the kitty flu, and I decided I wouldn’t be surprised if she did either. She maintained her sphinx-like posture most of the night, but this morning, she actually trotted over to me to...
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I’m pretty much glad it happened today because I was home today, but a) vet visits are expensive on weekends, b) the vets really found no clear issue in her, so c) it’s not over. When I got up this morning, Chayya- my tiny medium-haired black cat- did not run to greet me as...
Read more →I have a feeling that it is all stacking up, and sometime soon, something is going to nudge or knock the pile, and the avalanche will begin. The sweater will begin to unravel. Everything will collapse in chain reaction fashion, and I will be left with nothing in the end. That’s the feeling. Not...
Read more →When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.Matthew 9:36 I am grateful for this verse in Matthew. It is a reminder to me that Jesus, the Son of God, is a man of feeling, a man of sympathies. A man. He...
Read more →I see your eyes and the shape of your face, the curve of your cheeks and the color of your hair, and the way you look at pleasurable things and problematic things, your nostrils flare and your lips arch, your ecstatic eyes or furious furrows, your popular posture and regal rapport. I hear the...
Read more →When Clairabelle was born, her father, Joseph Merritt More, or “Hammer” as his gang called him, was drinking Schlitz with the boys down at the Regal Bowling Alley. He was bowling a 212 average entering his third game of the evening and he didn’t think once about his gal Sassy being pregnant, or in...
Read more →I cut down the tree, on down by the river, I cut down the tree over the swimming hole. I cut down the tree after waiting for hours for a word of reprieve from deep down in my soul. Back when, the tree was the place that I’d run to, a place full of...
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