I’ve made reservations at an RV park in South Fork; in less than a month I’ll be back in Colorado.
Still plenty to do before then. It turns out my old HP flat bed scanner isn’t compatible with Vista. HP has no driver for Vista; it looks to me as if they decided to just obsolete it. Reckon I’ll need a new one. And I need at least one new tire for the rig, and maybe one more so I can lose my iffy spare. That will depend on price. And I need a haircut. I’ve been cutting it myself for a while; lately I’ve become partial to the old fashioned flat top. Unfortunately, due to an unsteady hand and OCD values, about one in three ends up as a basic training buzz cut. So I have to psych up for the chore, remind myself that nothing is perfect.
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| Night visitor |
I think the javelinas were by again last night—I could smell them. It’s that unmistakable pig odor anyone who’s been around a hog farm would recognize. I looked out the window, but there’re so many rigs close by that my visual range was confined. Too, I’m right at the edge of the park and they could have been outside the fence in the brush. Besides the raid on the neighbor’s can stash a few weeks ago, other sign of their visits are the tufts of their tough, bristly hair we sometimes find stuck in the fence.
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| In your face |
More mockingbirds and cactus wrens around now—grackles, too, much to my chagrin. I’ve had run-ins with grackles before, especially in Florida. Very confrontational birds. And not a species to hide their annoyance in silence, either. Nope, I won’t be sad to bid
hasta la bye-bye to the grackles.
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