Now see, back then they didn’t need to call them man caves. (I hate that term, even though I’ve turned everywhere I’ve ever lived into exactly that.) No, they just had all kinds of manly things and had to put them somewhere. Dozens of rifles behind that door, for example, just in case, I guess. [...]
Ssuddenly the sun came out—this is New Mexico—and the last few raindrops glistened and were gone. Massive rain shafts still swept the ground on three sides. One was just behind, the others distant. All bore watching but there wasn’t any lightning yet. To the west, the sky was open, and the warmth streamed down. We’d [...]
Ohhhh they was bighorn sheep cross the Rio Pueblo gorge hoppin down the rocks hangin from the trees but the house itself need a awful lotta work itty bitty rooms feelins I don’ need Lovin me the quiet and the big blue sky baby need a home give a man a bone happy to be [...]
I have no idea what this is. About one and a half inches long, hanging on the screen door. It did eventually fly away, but not because I stuck an iPhone in its face. The leaving was voluntary. I wondered if a mothership had called it back and if it even was organic.
It hadn’t rained all month and everything was dead and ravens squawked. Letting the “yard” go back to Nature wasn’t going to make another house show up, but I’d given it a good shot—now we had a fire hazard, and I couldn’t find the hose. At the same time, the weather was a little out [...]