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Missed Steps

June 28, 2017  •  7 Comments


I forgot my Fitbit 
Oh this mourn
Steps wasted 
Throughout the day
Heavy steps 
Up down stairs
Accumulate floors 
All for nothing 
Steps in thousands 
Slipped slided away

Late in the day
Steps steps need recording
Out to the bank
Dusk turned to darkness
Up down ramps
Cut into levees
A waxing quarter moon
Wanes in cloudless sky
Only smoke from distant fires
Color the horizon

Heavy treads
Boots scrape on gravely trail
Steps more steps
You need more steps
Press on into
The falling gloom
“Almost there!”
Fibit cheers
“Get 2,453 steps more…”
Only a mile to go
Oh dear

Turned around 
At seven thousand
Headed Back 
On dim lit trail
Owls swooped past
Coyotes yipped
Beavers slapped the water
Get those steps
No matter what
All hail to the fitness


Yellow & Blue

June 27, 2017  •  10 Comments


Nighthawk Sliver Moon

June 26, 2017  •  12 Comments


Nighthawk fluttered here and there as it flew around a sliver moon
Overhead, buzzed by a bat as the phone sounded nine
Covered by a sliver moon hanging over a mountain of clouds behind the trees
The coyote defiantly danced across the ditch bank in the ensuing darkness
Under tangled arms, silhouetted against the sky
Rustling in dark shadows unseen movements only heard
Now deep growls warn the wanton they should be weary
As grays turn darker, shadows come alive
Lavender clouds turned gunmetal blue watch colors fade  






Spunk in the Wild

June 25, 2017  •  12 Comments

Spunk chewing on grass in the black bamboo.



Hanging out on the deck rail.



Getting ready to drink water from the sink on the deck.



Rolling in the catnip



Puffed up at something. Probably the Mournful Kitty.



Chewing on catnip



Standing around half poofed.



Spunk and Mournful Kitty imitating Goya's "Cat Fight".



Spunk back inside.

Saturday Night's All Right for Writing

June 24, 2017  •  16 Comments

Another parody music video production by The Average White Boys that is very appropriate for a Saturday night.  The words are below for your convenience.


Saturday Night’s All Right for Writing
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Writer/Vocals by An Average White Boy

It’s getting late I found my PaperMate
I’m procrastinating sitting here
Seventy lines that I gotta pine
I have modifiers dangling near

My old Mac’s bonkers and it’s acting kind of funky
And my old adage is to be clear
My writing  is cute like a guy in army Boots
A cowboy hat in his hair

Don’t give us none of your imagination
Write facts be on your discipline
Cause Saturday night’s all right for writing
Let’s get a little action verbiage in

Let’s get about as riled as an op-ed rage
Let’s try to set this page alight
Cause writing on a Saturday night I like
Saturday night’s all right
to write  to write
Ooooo     oo-oo  oh

A lot of words are getting packed in here tonight
I’m looking for a phrase that will seem alright
I might use an antecedent to get what I need
I might bare an infinitive and shout out “conditionally”

Some of the words that I really like
Are future perfect voicing that are out of sight
I’m a high school dropout from the ergative class
Whose passive voices, dangled modified and got a pass

Don’t give us none of your imagination
Write facts be on your discipline
Cause Saturday night’s all right for writing
Let’s get a little action verbiage in

Let’s get about as riled as an op-ed rage
Let’s try to set this page alight
Cause writing on Saturday night I like
A Saturday night’s all right 
to write to write
Oooooo    oo-oo  ooh

Jetties in the Rio

June 23, 2017  •  9 Comments

The Scoop

June 22, 2017  •  8 Comments

The latest scoop on happenings in Downtown Albuquerque.


It was another scorcher in the parking lot with temperatures reaching 107º F (41.7º C)


The buildings were warping in the intense heat. The area on Civic Plaza where the fountain was, is pretty well cleared out.


The Lutheran Women's Missionary League is having their convention in Albuquerque.


I ran into a Lutheran looking lady near the Convention Center and asked her if she was a Lutheran Woman. She said she was. I asked her if she was attending the Lutheran Women's Missionary League convention. She said she was. I asked her what they did at a Lutheran Woman's convention. She said they studied the bible, prayed, talked about missions, had speakers, and stuff like that. I told her I noticed she had Southern Illinois on her back, and asked her if she was from Illinois. She said yes she was from East St. Louis. I asked her how she liked the heat in Albuquerque. She said she didn't think Albuquerque was so hot. Hmmm?


A long lost relative (maybe?) has an installation that includes some blue kitties hanging in her Projects Gallery.


Biking and brewing — getting ready to take off from the parking lot of the Zendo Coffee | Art and Sidetrack Brewing parking lot.


A group of Lutheran looking ladies got a bunch of old guys to peddle them around downtown. Hallelujah!


Let the light shine down

Selfie, Snow, Sunset on Solstice

June 21, 2017  •  8 Comments

Of all things, today was national selfie day. Being the cranky contrarian that I am, I did not do a selfie today. But Laurie, the wild, with-it woman that she is, got a perfect selfie after we trekked through thick, prickly underbrush in slick, slimy mud to get to "the beach" at the bend in the river that was still mostly underwater.

The wind blew a "snow storm" of cotton as the sun slowing sank behind the clouds on the smoke filled horizon, turning the sky red for a short time before the smoke swallowed the bright colors, leaving a dull gray sky at dusk.



Shakespeare on the Plaza

June 20, 2017  •  11 Comments


Bruce and I went out around lunchtime to checkout the progress on the various construction projects downtown. As it were, Bruce ended up doing Shakespeare on Civic Plaza with a city working who was inspecting the set to see what repairs needed to be made before the next regular performance. They simply alternated lines back and forth between Comedy of Errors and MacBeth.


   “Am I in Earth, in heaven, or in hell?"                "Something wicked this way comes."


"This is a sorry sight."       “Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.”


  "Out, damned spot! out, I say!"             “Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.”


  "Fair is foul, and foul is fair."             “Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.”   


Spunk Log

June 19, 2017  •  12 Comments

White Did You Say?

June 18, 2017  •  18 Comments

First white lilies


Checkered Beetle on a Shasta Daisy


Beetle goes into biplane position, ready for take off.


Banzai! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!


Afterglow at dusk with horses heading down the bank to cross the ditch.

It Was A Hot One

June 17, 2017  •  10 Comments

The post sunset glow of smoke from a fire in the Jemez northwest of Albuquerque.


The thermometer mounted six feet off the ground in the middle of the property measured 105º F (40.6º C) this afternoon and the thermometer on the deck read 103ºF. Whether or not either were accurate, it felt like 105º when I was out moving hoses around in the middle of the day.  Spunk finally talked us in to letting him outside into the big free world beyond the catio yesterday. He stayed out and explored most of the day Friday. This morning, he saw Rosencrantz doing his morning catnip roll through the bay windows in the kitchen and asked to go out. I let him out and about 10 minutes later I walked by the sunroom and noticed all the cats gathered by the French doors. I walked over to see what was going on and I saw Spunk chasing the mournful kitty through the labyrinth. After they made the forth lap that I saw, a went out and said "Spunk? Why are you chasing the mournful kitty in circles?" Spunk stopped, fully poofed and looked at me. I walked over to him and he growled at me, but he let me pick him up. I took him back inside. He was quite proud of himself. He went back out with Laurie, and then while I was at the postoffice, she said he demanded to come back in. I think it was getting too hot for him out in the cold cruel world.


Spunk on his first day outside working out on the benchpress (photo by Laurie).


The Rio Grande is down to normal levels about two or three feet below what is was running yesterday.


Orange skies to the south after sunset.


Red sky after sunset from smoke.


The Average White Boys have been at it again and produced another music video. This one started with me turning Inchcock’s woeful Friday into verse. His line “I was in great pain, and yet high spirits” inspired me to paraphrase various aspects of his woeful day in verse that would somewhat go to the Beatles “A Day in a Life” and I called it “A Day in the Life of Inchy”. I put the verse together quickly as a comment on his blog, and since I hadn’t listened to the original song for awhile, the words generally fit to a loose tune in my head. After I posted my verse in his comments section, I listened to the original song and realized I had forgot the last verse. Silly me or “Tsk!” as Inchcock would say.  Then I started trying to fit the verses to the music, modified them, got very ambitious and put them to music. “A Day in a Life” is not an easy song to sing, especially for a non-singer like me, so making the “Day in the Life of Inchcock” parody was quite difficult for me, but it was a very good exercise in attempting to do my talking/singing style, and a good technical exercise in that it took 4 tracks to come up with the final version — one with the music and three vocal tracks to make everything work and sound the way I wanted them to given the many limitations of my vocal ability. It works pretty well for parody (you can follow along with the words below the video).




A Day in the Life of Inchcock
Music by the Beatles
Lyrics by Timothy Price

Great pain, high spirits today oh boy
A lucky man standing by the Methodist Church
I think I should be rather sad
But I just had to laugh

I took the photograph
Out the window, mind you houses and cars
Off to Sherringham for shots, so quick, times have changed
Nicole the nurse she just stood and stared
Trying to stop my blood
Was this really it
Was I off to see the Lord

A Whoopsiedangleplop today oh boy
The phone went off a dingling and a dangling
T’was the nurse bitching about my ambling
‘You’re not in your Flat?’ 
And you don’t have the book
I’d love to turn you Down

Got back, had a Weeee!
Refreshed, and accident Free!
Got back out front and had a cup
Door bell rang and I noticed it was late
It was the Nurse she had no hat
Up the lift in seconds flat
She had a firm, tight end that was smokin’ hot
She poked me in the tummy and I came out of my dream…

Great pain, high spirits today oh boy
Four thousand holes poked in me tummy there were
Although the holes where rather small
I couldn’t count the lot
We still don’t know how many holes it takes to fill old Inchcock

I'd love to turn you Down

Scenes from a Tamale Western

June 16, 2017  •  9 Comments


New Mexico has been referred to as "Tamalewood" for all the movies and hit TV show filmed here. These women on their galloping horses after sundown, could be right out of a Tamale Western.



Persistence of Cute

June 15, 2017  •  12 Comments


Spunk and Marble in all the cuteness. 









The Magical Military Mystery Machine Gun Tour

June 14, 2017  •  20 Comments

Never trust a man in a straw hat driving a 1926 Chevrolet


The dream seemed real enough at first, the guy in the straw hat with the 1926 Chevrolet could have been any classic car collector with his car at a car show. But then I asked him about his car and other cars he had. He said he collected military vehicles, and that the 1926 Chevrolet was just a magical car he’d picked up along the way. He invited me to take a closer look at the “Bugle Boy” horn on the side of that 1926 Chevy — that’s when the dream changed from plausible and plunged into surreal.



The Bugle Boy Horn


When I took a closer look, it sucked me through its coil.


I landed on a giant machine gun mounted in a 1952 Willy's M38 Jeep


Or perhaps I had been scaled down in comparison to the 50 caliber mount.


I could see my self hanging on one side.


Then the other side.


I swung my feet over to the pole that held the 50 cal.


And managed to climb down the ammo belt.


I jumped off the jeep, and turned around to face an angry looking Hummer. It's smooth looking, "No Hand Hold" tongue felt rough against my face. As I struggled to free myself from the surreal, and drag myself back to something real, I woke to Lola licking my face.