My days are all screwed up. If my computer didn’t say it was Sunday, I’d think it was Friday today. The joys of a seven day business.

NOTHING happened yesterday. All Shirley’s caregivers were off. I sat here all day, so this is it.

peace

Damn you Joe Sandoval! That crappy little wire you fixed my busted muffler mount with broke while in the middle of a paying job! I actually had to crawl underneath the freaking thing and get dirty fixing that thing THE RIGHT WAY. Do you have any clue how dirty it is under that tractor? Jerk. I had to bathe twice yesterday because of you. TWICE!

You’d think a guy that lives out here would know that there’s a drought going on out here and water is in short supply. Do you have any idea how much water it takes to clean me?

Other stuff that doesn’t include Joe, my ex-friend.

I did the driveway of a new couple that moved out here. He’s a software geek and she’s a horsey person. Nice couple. He’s hoping to work from here if his boss is cool with that. I think he wrote the software that the NSA uses in spying on us, but he won’t admit to it.

Carl should move out here, I meet new people all the time. At the monthly dinners at Arrow’s Ridge I also meet single women. Probably won’t happen, it’s a long commute for him back to Plainfield.

I used to think that I carried too many tools and parts with me in my Jeep, but lying under the tractor fixing the poorly patched muffler mount proved me wrong. I even had the strapping needed to properly fix the thing.

Dennis was in yesterday to do laundry. Don stopped by and we signed the contract to make us legal again. The work should be done in September, after the summer season, if we ever get one because of these stupid fires. Fires caused by this drought that we are in currently.

Dinner was at Canella’s in Pecos, great for lunch, not as great for Friday dinner. Don’t get me wrong, the food was good, but they had live music and both of us are not fans. It doesn’t matter whether the musician is good of bad, they’re always loud enough to stop all conversation.

Tori wants me to say hi to all you readers, but I won’t do it. Let her start her own damned blog. Rotten kid. Loud too.

harmony

I feel that the time wasted by texting over talking is huge and the only reason it’s so popular is the sneakiness of the method. I can see the usefulness of some forms of texting, short messages like:

• Running late, see you in 5.
• How far are you away?
• Have to cancel. Call you later.
• Yes
• No
• Don’t make me kill you.

Short texts make sense. Conversations on text strike me as stupid and sneaky. Our youth is losing the art of conversation with this.

More Stuff

Went to Santa Fe and had my Jeep serviced. Dennis was with me and we saw Julie Catron there and we had a nice chat with her. Lunch was at Chicago Dogs in Santa Fe, a true Chicago style hotdog stand. Vienna dogs only sold here. It was great.

Nice time with Dennis. Good conversation. It was a nice morning.

PEACE

There’s a rumored fire over by Los Montoyas, which is near the Hern’s place. I doubt it’s a serious fire though, the area is not heavily timbered and mostly shrub. A couple of dogs lifting their legs could douse it if Will was one of the dogs.

Tori, Erin and I went house shopping again yesterday. She found one that she likes and is probably gonna pull the trigger on it.

Erin leaves today. Bummer.

I may head to Santa Fe today if they have time to service my Jeep. Need to call after 7 to see.

That’s it. Just another Thursday, right?

Peace

She was pleasant, so I remained pleasant.

July 1.

Other Shit

Erin loves her bike. She rides it out front and I’m sure that she’ll eventually move to other portions of the property once she gains confidence riding it. I know she loves riding on the paved areas and she’s getting pretty good.

Heading down to Alb. with Tori and Erin this morning. Going to look at some homes for Tori. While there is a company that makes a better home, I prefer Karsten Home over the others.

Friday I head out to do some work for a new resident out here. Tractor work on their driveway. They seem like nice people. He writes software for the military and she’s a horsey person. I’m hooking her up with Huie to see if he can point her in the right direction for possible horse related jobs.

Thursday we meet with D & H about our line upgrade. $$$ Oh well, it has to happen. Stoopid government rules!

Dat’s it, peace.

• RAIN! Thunder storm woke me at 11:45 with Whiskey jumping into bed with us. It was the worst kind of storm at first, just thunder and lightning and I thought it would bring a new spate of fires, but we finally  got the rain it promised. Trouble is that the downpour lasted only a few minutes and the Lightning continued it’s way across the valley. It was clear skies by 12:02.
• I hope this spawned no new fires.
• I was beat last night and in bed before 9.
• 5 hours, 45 minutes from Ouray to home.
• We bought Erin a cute little 2 wheeler with training wheels for Erin in Ouray. It’s a Radio Flyer bike. She spent hours riding it yesterday. It was nice to watch her on the bike.
• Got a bit of rain yesterday. Not much, but some. Nowhere near like last night.
• One of our fires is still burning and it’s out of control. It is also in a remote portion of the Pecos Wilderness area and offers no threat to anyone and they’re letting it burn unchecked.
• Erin was home waiting for us when we arrived home, but there is a battle brewing between Tori and the Herns. I hope Tori cuts them off on their visits with Erin.
• Jimmy Hoffa made the news again last night. Does anyone still care?

peace

• Person A writes person B a check.
• Person B brings said check into my store to cash this check.
• Person A’s check is a low number check and NO STORE likes low number checks. They scream STARTER CHECK!
• Now if person A or B is a known quantity, we can cash said check, IF WE TRUST HIM/HER.
• Trust meaning if the check is returned, will this person pay us back?!
• If person A is an unknown and we don’t trust person B to reimburse, we automatically refuse to cash said check.
• If person A is an unknown and person B is a regular but we know nothing about him, we refuse to cash the check.
• Make sense?
• It should, it’s really easy.

Tori, print this out and place it in everyone’s pay envelope this week please. Cut of the stuff above the title and these instructions and print out enough to give everyone, please. Thank you.

Back to my exciting narrative of vacation life.

Yesterday we took an unknown trail. It’s on the maps because it has a name, Placer Gulch. Very rough trail, lots of fun shit on this trail.

When leaving Placer Gulch, we moved into Picyune Gulch and promptly felt lost. Now don’t get me wrong, I could just turn around and head back the way we came, but that’s the way a girl would do it, not a guy. We pressed on. We passed several people on the way through Picyune Gulch and while Nina said we should ask directions, I felt it would betray the guy code to do so. We pressed on. About this time I noticed we were down to a quarter tank of gas and this concerned me. If we were truly lost, it would take more than a quarter tank of gas to keep us warm overnight. Finally we came across a federal ranger. Now I’m still not going to ask him directions or even tell him that I think we’re lost, but a guy does ask, “Where’s the closest gas station?” and hope for some useful intel to get us back to where we needed to be. Ranger Rick was useless as tits on a bull. It was his first day on the job in this district and he was out there learning where things are.

Well, we made it out with plenty of gas to spare. We even took more trails before heading to Ridgeway for the cheap gas.

Nina is still sleeping, but once she’s up and ready we’re heading home. It was a fun trip and we look forward to doing it again.

• Ouray has some cool cop cars!
• Had lunch in Telluride today.
• Took some back roads to get there.
• Searched for Ophir, couldn’t find it.
• Did some stuff that we’ve never done before.
• Love me some lockers on this Jeep!
• They pulled me out of a tough place yesterday. No pics.
• We had a bad breakfast experience at one of our favorite places Friday.
• Spent an hour getting breakfast and had to send it back.
• I slammed them on Trip Advisor. Won’t go back.
• Brunch at Bon Ton today. Slammed them too last year, but they have a new chef.
• I hope they don’t remember me.  I hate spit flavored food.