I forgot how windy it can get in eastern Colorado. I have been away from it for some time, and now I remember how I used to plan my days around the wind. Being here without the kids and grandkids just sucks. There is a limb on the tree by the front porch that needs to be cut down, but I’m not going out in that wind. I’d like to go for a walk too. I sure hope it’s better tomorrow because this house is way too quiet. I want out.
The clothes dryer out here quit about a month ago, so when my daughter washed a towel and a blanket before she left, I had to find a way to dry them. Easier said than done. There is no clothes-line outside, and the wind and dust would have negated the washing anyway, so I improvised with chairs. It looks like one of those forts the grandkids build. Mr. Oliver the cat is loving it at any rate. He’s not exactly sure what I have rigged up for him to play with, but it must be for him because the dogs are ignoring it completely. Cat’s logic.
This upcoming trip I’m taking is the dis-connected, unplugged, wilderness variety, so I won’t be blogging for a while. I hope to have some beautiful scenery to describe to you when I return, and maybe some anecdotes to tell. We will see. Don’t do anything foolish while I’m gone, and if you do something funny, I want to hear about it – politics aside.
so off I go…