Gertie

Beltane                                                                   Moon of the Summer Solstice

go-go girls: Gertie in the foreground, Rigel in back
go-go girls: Gertie in the foreground, Rigel in back

Gertie. A rascal, a little ornery dog. On Monday, when I went to Littleton to pick up my new reading glasses, I took the go-go girls, Rigel and Gertie, with me. Like most dogs they like to stick their heads out the window, let the wind blow their hair, take in the smell-o-rama wafting toward them. Now that it’s summer we put the windows down for them.

However. Having not yet learned to lock the windows (me), I looked at the right outside mirror while stopped at a light. Huh. Gertie had her front feet draped over the window, hanging on the outside of the car. Then. Huh? Gertie vaulted herself out of the car and onto Deer Creek Canyon Road. OMG! I opened my door to go get her, willing to suffer whatever the folks behind threw at me. Before I could get out, she trotted around the front of the car, came to me when I called her and I pulled her back inside. All this while the light was still red.

She had stepped on the electric window button and lowered the window all by herself. I could have anticipated this. But I didn’t. She’s turned on the air conditioning, set the emergency lights blinking and kicked the car out of gear. Now I lock the windows when the go-go girls are in the car.

Old habits, rejuvenated

Beltane                                                           Moon of the Summer Solstice

crow hill cafe
Home cooking in Park County, near Bailey

Slowly getting back into cooking using NYT recipes. A tomato and pomegranate salad I made Sunday received an encore performance for Kate’s quilting group. The eight women that showed up left only a spoonful to take home. The best kind of praise.

Today I’m marinating leg of lamb to make Jerusalem shawarma.  This one required some herbs and spices we didn’t have so I had to go to a spice shop. A fun place.

I used to cook a lot and enjoyed it; but, after Kate’s retirement, we slipped into a habit of her cooking. Rectifying that requires some rearrangement of my day since I normally work out around 4 p.m., a good time to cook supper.

Learned last night that Seth and Hannah will not be taking the logs from the backyard. Seth’s done a lot of fire mitigation, too, and has plenty. That means I’ve got to figure out something to do with a hell a lot of wood. It’s work I would have had to do if they hadn’t been in the picture, but I’d hoped they would relieve me of a lot of it. Not gonna happen. Still noodling this one.

freshman year
Still this guy, 55 years later

The flow of work, Latin and novels and reimagining, has slowed to a trickle since late March: Asia, Vega, iconetectomy on Ancientrails, then wildfire mitigation. This week or next, probably next, I’ll start up again.

Like restarting workouts I’ve found it’s best for me if I start slowly, build toward a full morning of work. I’m excited to return to intellectual work though I’ve enjoyed the hiatus.

Physical labor has its own rewards, not least among them a mindfulness required when using sharp objects and lifting heavy weights.