Better Days and Game Trails

Things have improved.  Jim got the giant pressure bandage off Saturday, which improved his outlook immeasurably.  The black eye is fading, soon he'll look normal, but with a new scar.  The Mohs surgeon is pretty good with scars.  I can't actually find the one on top of Jim's head.  Face procedures hurt worse than top of head procedures.  Please make a note of that.

Yesterday we got a decent ride in with three trips up the hill to the quilt house (so called because she used to hang quilts off the front of the garage), and two trips up the desert trails, which are also uphill.  The tires we currently have on the mountain bikes are heavy.  We have ancient technology, 26 inch tires, and it's difficult to find knobby tires.  One takes what one can get, and we got heavy tires.  It's good for us, makes us work harder.  This house has some very enthusiastic plantings.

When we came back from riding, Jim cut the dead fronds off the palm tree.  We only have the one tree, the previous house had 15 and I am extremely happy that there is only one.  Disposal is a pain, the barbed sections will not, under any circumstances, go in a yard waste bag.  We cut them off with the pruning saw, put them in the garbage can, and the frond pieces go in a yard waste bag.  The ground is so hard here that pulling weeds is not actually doable.  We're cutting them off at the ground and hoping they die. 

While up on the bank, cutting things down, we discovered our yard is a game trail.  In addition to coyotes pooping on the wall, which they did again last night, there are deer trails, and deer poop.  There is nothing to be done for it, other than to watch foot placement.  They make oblong pellets, a lot of them.

We have yet another art up.  This one was not nearly as difficult to get on the wall.  One nail, one nail only.  I like it.  Apparently I like non-representational art, which is something I did not know until shopping at Home Goods.

Here is our favorite burger place, which we rarely go to because we're not worthy of the calories.  However, admire the palm trees.  I love how they cross each other.



So, I have not too much to say about things.  The list of unsuitable cabinet nominations continues to grow, one waits for the republicans to grow a spine and at least block the child molesters, rapists and foreign agents.  Or maybe not.