I’m still pretty out of it, so let’s talk about good parts of today. As always, plants, animals, and insects are good, even the differential grasshoppers, who lurk everywhere to surprise me.
Hi. Am I bothering you? No? Let me go crawl in the chain on a gate so you’ll have to move me and my buddies.
Even the birds are feeling the summer heat. I enjoyed watching these Brown-headed Cowbirds today. They were making their weird gurgling noise.
Say what you will about them, but they sing prettily
The chickens and horses are feeling the heat, too. Poor guys.
Bianca won’t come out of her puddle to join us. I’m sweaty.
I spent much of the day doing chores, cooking, and knitting. I made a couple of plarn discoveries. I need a crochet hook to help me pick up stitches along the edges when I start a new segment. Also, “throwing,” or English knitting is easier than Continental knitting when your yarn is plastic.
First “log cabin” section I did today.
I haven’t finished the first ball of plarn yet, but it’s getting bigger. The plarn maker just randomly put in different colored bags, so it’s coming out quite random.
I hit a yellow and gray section.
I still don’t know what this is. I may make it sorta big and use it as a camping mat.
Looks like more white is coming up.
My hands are holding up okay (weaving is tempting me nonetheless) but I’m still going to alternate with my Temperature Blanket, which is easier on my fingers. Speaking of which, we made it through June without any 100° days! But they’re coming.
And the air conditioning upstairs needs fixing!
Anyway, the day ended with a nice meal “cooked” by me (frozen lasagna and salad) and lots of time in the swimming pool with our camping buddies Mike and Martha. I’m glad the pool is still working. Long story behind that. and I’m glad for friends you can talk to about pretty much everything. We’re lucky!
Honestly, I’m not up to much writing or deep thinking right now. I’m not interested in discussing what’s going on with myself or in the world. So…let’s talk plarn.
Here it is.
I mentioned last week that my friend Steve’s cousin had made many balls of plarn, which is strips of plastic from those ubiquitous plastic shopping bags. The cousin had been very busy, and made them much more even and consistent than my early attempts. I brought them home and promised to make something to give to a charity. But first I had to experiment.
Actually, first I had to do my Independence Day nails.
I got caught up to today in the Temperature Blanket, so I played with the plarn this afternoon. I looked for patterns but mainly saw bags, baskets, and mats for unhoused people or however you say it.
My first test was crochet with a giant hook
Most patterns I saw were for crocheted projects. I tried to start the circular thing above but it didn’t look so great. I needed a slightly smaller huge hook, but who knows where that might be. So I gave up on crochet for today.
First knitted sample
That seemed to be a religious fabric, because it was certainly holey. Ha ha, I mentioned religion. I am afraid my giant purple knitting needles were too big. I always have to go down a couple of sizes.
Okay, that’s better.
This sample was with 10.5 US needles. It looks at least somewhat solid. So I keeps going with this one, enjoying the slight color changes as she changed bags. every so often she threw in a colored bag. I’m glad I made a sample, because I can tell I got more smooth at knitting with the plarn as I went along.
I’m sure future projects will have smoother edges.
I found that edge pretty ugly, but I came up with a plan to pick up along the edges. That was fun. I think this project is a MAT. It will be built up log cabin style from here on.
Note how the ugly edge is gone. Heh heh.
Maybe it will be an item for dogs at the pound or something. It would be easy to clean…
It’s hard to come up with fun things to make, because you can’t make classics like hit pads, place mats, etc. it would melt. I’ll be honest. I don’t know how practical plarn items will actually be.
I thought way too much about adult topics like real estate, bills, car maintenance, and such. Then I started watching two old men call each other liars with no way to verify who’s telling the truth (US Presidential Debate).
Then I left to watch the sunset.
I’m done. Just done. Back to concentrating very hard on the beauty of the world around me and the goodness that’s everywhere.
Like this! Whoever thought they’d see a Great Blue Heron at the top of an electric pole!
For example, we got help with a broken air conditioning unit so fast it made my head spin. I’m ever so grateful to have caring people in my life. That’s a good part of adulting.
Halfway through the year. It’s getting hot, but still no 100° days yet.
I leave you with bunnies. I saw at least three today, but I think these photos are the same one, morning and afternoon.
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
It’s funny. I have a very good memory for taste. I can remember things I ate years ago, like Judy’s squash soup served in a squash on Thanksgiving in the early 1980s.
Closest I have to a photo of squash soup on my phone
I remember the oyster sampler I had in Seattle with Melissa and Chriztine. Each oyster tasted so different.
This is actually a photo of the dish I am referring to! I found it!
Right up there among my favorites was my first boudin, spicy and freshly made in rural Cajun Louisiana. I ate so much I had no appetite for Christmas dinner.
Boudin from around here. Also delicious.
One year I made the perfect oyster cornbread dressing at Thanksgiving. So much flavor and seasoning. I also made a mushroom and rice dish with five kinds of mushrooms, butter, and garlic for my kids and me soon after their dad left. I think part of the thrill was just making whatever the heck we wanted.
No idea if these are edible, but it’s a little of mushrooms
I get the idea that umami is my favorite flavor! Also, I am fond of oysters, because my mother’s oyster stew (with fresh oysters and cream) also floated up in my taste memories.
The aftermath of me eating dozens of cluster oysters on Hilton Head island.
There have been some amazing meals in recent years, both home cooking and restaurant food. But all I can dredge up is things I ate long ago, so I am going to declare the most delicious thing I ever ate to be the coffee ice cream my boyfriend, roommate, and I made a small batch of in the trailer house in Gainesville. It was so much trouble to make that we never repeated it. But I still remember the intense coffee and cream flavor.
Some of us don’t get to have coffee. Poor Anita. I can’t believe I gave her that mug in 2017. Wow.
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’m tired from four hours in today’s heat, so I hadn’t planned to blog. However, I can handle this question and want to know your answers, too. Here’s what I could wear every day:
Ani I look thrilled
No, my Bitmoji avatar doesn’t look much like me. But it has a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and red shoes, probably in my old age I should trade the cowboy boots for Skechers slip ons. I would accessorize with turquoise jewelry. Under it would be my extra comfy MeUndies bra-like thing and matching soft, practical undies, tie dye print. I’d be fine.
My shadow would look just like this, other than the bare foot.
What would you wear?
Otherwise I had a good day of work and helpful horse lessons. Apache is doing so well and is really becoming Mr. Reliable. Drew was a bit sore and jumpy. He got so sweaty he looked black.
Here he is indicating his opinion of moving left correctly.
I did get a few nice photos of the horses today. My favorite is Dusty and Mabel enjoying a drink together.
That’s Fiona behind them.
And here’s the whole herd wishing you the peace and abundance they have, mostly.
It’s pretty common to hear people say, “I’m not religious, but I’m spiritual.” I don’t think it’s a way to avoid the hard stuff, or a convenient cop out. It’s true for many of us ruminating, pondering types who just don’t like rigid rules.
Eryngo (Eryngium hookeri) showed up here! I didn’t know it was native.
Organized religion is not my idea of a spirituality nurturing institution, probably because they’re institutions more than pathways to spiritual growth. Any group that thinks it has all the answers turns out not to have them.
Also new in the fields is Soft Goldaster (Bradburia pilosa)
So, I draw my spirituality from the life spirit around me, in the rocks, trees, wind, animals, and ineffable sparks of realities just beyond my perception. You know, like viruses used to be for humans. A tradition I once followed mentioned an interconnected web of life. My spiritual practice honors that.
Yes, I’m connected to the Prairie Boopie
I also try to express my connections to all around me in how I live my life. I get most of my ideas from teachers like the Buddha, Jesus, and Starhawk, but I’ve received guidance from many other teachers, some of whom didn’t end up with a religion purporting to represent them. Pay attention and you’ll find the wisdom to lead you to peace and clarity in all sorts of unexpected places from surprising messengers. Some may be horses or dogs.
Or cattle or birds
Speaking of them, I do find that the presence of my animal companions fills a void I experience in even wonderful periods of travel. I’m so glad to be back to feel Goldie’s giant, rough paw on my face or Mabel’s warm, curious breath from so much higher than Dusty’s even-tempered nudges.
And us. We teach you many things.
Home is where you ground yourself, and I have finally reached a point where the Hermits’ Rest centers me almost as much as my hometown in Florida did. My spiritual center needs that grounding. I spent half my life without it! It’s good to have a home again. Yes. Now my love for all existence can grow and be shared freely.
Scruffy but lovable house. The land is home!
Right now the ranch has been taken over by cicadas. I’m glad we only got one eruption here and that they won’t be here too long. Maybe I managed to miss two weeks of them by leaving! I can barely hear birds!
I didn’t say anything.
On the other hand, it’s easy to meditate around them. It’s like singing bowls, only more grating.
Oh, there’s so much I do to maintain my tranquility. Daily meditation, yoga/stretches, my antidepressant, hanging out with horses, sleeping enough, and plenty of exercise, outdoors. With nature.
My nature buddies
Happily, we made it home today, so I can get back to my usual routine. I did plenty of self care when we were traveling, though, including connecting with friends. We got to see my friend Steve again before we left, so I could get a picture.
I also needed to pick up two bags of plarn, yarn made from plastic bags. I sure hope I can make his cousin proud by making something for a charity out of it. I happen to know the stuff is hard to knit and crochet with. Maybe I’ll weave it? We will see.
Plarn in the car.
It was great to get back to central Texas. It’s so green here (thanks to rain), and it’s nice to see creeks and ponds with water in them. I used to make fun of one of my professors who said he was moved emotionally when he first saw corn upon returning to Illinois. Well, I was moved to see my first corn growing in Texas. I should apologize to Jerry, ha ha.
Ahh. Water.
It was good to pet all the the dogs and hug the heck out of Apache. Even Buttercup the chicken was glad to see me.
I was too busy hugging or petting the rest of the animals to get photos.
I’m remembering that my self care is mostly internal, but the little physical things you do for yourself matter a lot. Hmm. It may be time to take a dip in the pool, one of the best self-care things I do.
You may already know this, but I didn’t. So I’ll share. Driving in absolute NOWHERE New Mexico (US 380 heading to Tatum), I was looking at the scrubby vegetation. I noticed many crows. Then I noticed them on telephone and electric wires. Then I looked a little more closely.
What’s that?
Many of the pikes had little pieces of wood jutting out. Each of them contained a crow’s nest! With mama crows in them! There were dozens and dozens of them. crows generally nest high in trees, you know like a crow’s nest on a ship. There are no trees here!
Maybe that’s a tree in the background.
I wonder if some of the poles have the wood platform kind of deals on there for some reason, or if people put them there for the birds? I thought it was pretty cool to see a rookery stretched out along the highway.
Crows in rows
That bird fun made up for my disappointment when we went to Bosque Del Apache, one of the country’s best bird-watching sites, only to realize they drain the wetlands in June to plant new native plants, etc. and that of course no migratory birds were there. Duh. It’s June.
I did see this new bird: a Black-headed Grosbeak. I thought it was an oriole at first.
I managed to see or hear 20 birds, though, including tiny baby quail and a ring-necked pheasant that ran in front of us. The other new one was a Virginia Rail. I’d seen it and a pheasant before I started Merlin, but they are new to my current list. Mostly I took pictures of Black-chinned Hummingbirds, the ones we have at home but I never get this close to.
Male house finch
There was a bit of other fun. We briefly stopped at the River of Fire park to see the lava flows again (I love the Malpais/Badlands).
Rocky Mountain zinniaHorsetail milkweed
Just as we passed the very weird hamlet of Lincoln (very touristy), we came upon flashing lights. It was more law enforcement than I’ve ever seen in one place. We realized there was a big black pickup truck off the road with its door open. Officers were looking out into the distance. Our guess was someone had fled!
Criminal alert!
Eventually we made it to Hobbs, New Mexico, which is in the middle of many oil fields. Why? Because my dear friend Steve now lives there. We helped him escape from his house for the first time since knee surgery. He was really excited. First I visited with his cousin, who I hadn’t seen in a couple of decades. We both share an interest in crafts. I told her I’d take a lot of “plarn” (yarn made from plastic bags) off her hands. Long story. But I can make something useful with it.
Off we went, with Steve and his walker, which a homeless person had conveniently left at his church. We ate Mexican food and talked a lot. Then we went to see the church where he’s the pastor (liberal Lutheran). He does a lot of work with the homeless, thus the walker.
I enjoyed being with Steve so much that I forgot to take photos. When someone has been your dear friend for 44 years, you jump right back into things and catch up. We will breakfast with him tomorrow so I’ll get a photo!
Wow, there is a lot to see between Sedona, Arizona and Socorro, New Mexico, especially on the less crowded roads. I think I got overloaded by the variety of terrain, weather, and human interest today. I’m smiling big time!
Example: the Painted Desert
The day started out with one last neighborhood walk in Sedona. The birds and beasts all showed up to say goodbye, except those rude javelina. I even got to see the coyote, but it ran off quickly.
Even the ash-throated flycatcher showed up. The sneaky scrub jays were everywhere. The mockingbird (?) wanted to remind me where I was. The big-eared rabbit is probably glad to get rid of me.
The drive down through Arizona and New Mexico was spectacular, because the scenery would change every few miles depending on elevation or proximity to water. Plus it was cloudy and we got to see rain falling around us. Don’t let people tell you the desert is boring, because I found this high desert drive to be awe-inspiring as we went from nearly bare flats to juniper-studded hills to mountain forests of huge trees.
Clouds and rain
On the way, we did stop in Winslow, Arizona, mainly for a train. It has enough Route 66 kitsch and Take It Easy references to please any pop culture junky.
Seen in Winslow
We also stopped at the Petrified Forest National Park. There is really a mind boggling amount of petrified wood just laying there, like fallen logs. It’s big business in the area, too. I also found the Painted Desert worth the trip. Its chocolate and vanilla hills are subtle compared to the red rock area, but the formations mesmerized me. If it wasn’t so dang hot we’d have stayed longer.
More tree cholla! Yay!Petrified logSo coolPetrified Forest
As we were driving near the pretty town of Magdalena, I saw something that looked like those white “marshmallows” of hay we have at home, but they seemed to be all lined up. Then I said to Lee that they looked like radio telescopes, like some kind of array. Then I got all excited. That’s what it WAS! The Very Large Array! We drove right by it!
Very Large Array
I’d read about the VLA and all this things it found for years. I have always enjoyed learning about astronomy, so to see this piece of radio telescope history really was a great experience. Too bad the visitor center was just closed when we drove by.
More information
I did eventually calm down, but wow, it was big.
After we arrived in Socorro, we needed to eat, so I got adventurous and led us to a local bar that was supposed to have good pizza. It was mostly a bar, but really old and funky. Everyone knew each other there.
Capitol Bar and Brewery
Soon we also knew someone, because yet another of my old online/real life friends happens to live in Socorro, so she joined us. I’m sure Lee thinks I know someone everywhere, just like my dad did.
My friend Jay shows her excellent photography skills.
Jay, Lee, and I talked until the live band started, then we enjoyed the unexpected pleasant temperature and sat in the town square for more chatting. We were all (not just me) distracted by a small hawk that kept flying around. She seemed to have a mission involving the building next to the bar.
The hawk
We thought for sure she was a Cooper’s Hawk, but I had a suspicion she was too small. sure enough, both iNat and Merlin identified her as a Sharp-shinned Hawk. They look very similar. Who knows for sure, though? Not me.
I’m shy
Tomorrow I hope to see more birds AND another long-time friend.
I didn’t blog yesterday, because I was wiped out from all the day’s fun and adventures. Of course, then I couldn’t get to sleep. I’ll be glad to get back home where my Thursday early meeting is only at 7 am, not 5 am. Glad my next trip is only one time zone away!
I’ll miss my morning walks in this neighborhood.
The fun part of the day was that my friend Patty, who I last saw when she visited for the eclipse in April, drove up from the Phoenix area to hang out. I’d really wanted to go back to the fishery area to see if it could find some more birds. So I dragged my poor friend off to good old Page Springs and took her on two walks at different parts of the Important Birding Area, as the signs said.
She was properly attired.
The first place we went was near the hatchery and included a nice part of the trail along the beautiful creek. It was pleasant but warm.
Not a real deerFish Hatchery Walk
I did hear a new bird, and even better, I later saw it. The Abert’s Towhee is all brown but has a cute black eye mask. I would have a photo but when I saw it my phone had overheated.
We left that part of the trail to go find where I’d walked earlier. The birds were extra friendly and just sat around looking at us.
Friendly Blackberry Black Phoebe
Patty developed a blister and wasn’t good with the heat, so she went back to the car to sit in the air conditioning while I went “a little farther.” Sigh.
So optimistic.
I got past where I’d been earlier and saw that the trail was turning back. I thought how nice it would be to circle back. It was indeed a beautiful walk past an interesting wetland area with cattails and such.
Yellow bee plant Wild licorice!Hungry Great Blue HeronWetland at fishery Fluffy duckRobin enjoying a berry
But it didn’t head right back to the parking lot. Oops. I’m glad I have a good sense of direction and remember landmarks, because I found my way back. I even heard a new gnatcatcher. I felt bad for making Patty sit there for so long, tough.
So I took Patty to eat at the restaurant on Airport Mesa. It was quite scenic and the food was very fun. It’s run by the same people who run Creekside, where we ate earlier. Patty had a salad that was immense. The part she took home was definitely enough for another meal. I had trout with spinach and green chile grits with spinach and a jicama garnish. The best part was the fish skin “chicharrón” on top. I like that way better than pork skin. Mmm.
Fantastic meal.
We also enjoyed prickly pear lemonade, and had an appetizer of, get this, eggplant meatballs. There was no meat. They did have “Swedish cheese” in them. We were glad we tried it, because they were very flavorful. Who knew?
Restaurant viewMuch happier in cool rooms Lemonade.
After Patty left we packed up, worked, and took it easy. We enjoyed a cute PBS detective drama about a glamping site with weird murders (of course). I loved the little village where it was filmed. Can I remember the name? No.
Stay tuned to see where we stop as we meander homeward.
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