Ming’s got his health problem back–we thought he was well, but he’s not. We feel worried and my joy is sapped. Did I tell you someone abandoned their truck in our driveway? It’s been there for a month. We have a driveway wide enough for about nine cars (there are three houses on our property).… Read More »
Ate some bad expensive Indian food. They gave me some rice that was in a metal dish that had a lid so hot I couldn’t touch it. I used my fabric napkin to open the lid. Also we went to Red Rock today and enjoyed a walk in a canyon. The earth was blue then… Read More »
http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/12/30/thin-green-line-20-groups-standing-between-you-and-doom/ Nevada Desert Experience got mentioned in this counterpunch list!
Yesterday we traveled home from the land of my birth back to Las Vegas. It was a good but difficult trip. We stopped in Boron and got some weird postcards. Today we ran errands and saw Ming’s sis and her spouse. We ate at Makers & Finders. Ming talked about jumping off the Stratosphere. “I’ve… Read More »
An ant was on me. I was like, what the hell. That was yesterday. Just now another ant was on me. It bit me on my arm. What the hell. I didn’t even do anything to it. I got Ming some chocolate bread (pain au chocolate) but the worker said it was a chocolate croissant.… Read More »
Ming took brother’s dog for a 4 mile walk today. I wonder if the dog had ever walked that far. Her name is Lola. She’s a pretty good dog but stinky.
Tonight’s the tamales eating night!
“Are earrings easy to make, or am I getting better at it?” I asked Ming. “They’re not easy to make because you have to get the things to face the right way,” he said. I have agonized about that in the past, but if I have my examples, I’m good, the ones I made first,… Read More »
Ming and I were walking at the park. I was complaining more than usual. We saw a scrub jay. For some reason I explained they like the scrub. “Do you mean shrubs?” Ming asked. “No, the scrub,” I said. “You know, like in the foothills, not the conifer forest or the real oaks–just the scrub.”… Read More »