Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I'm a Tigger waiting to Bounce on You

Honey-bear found a semi-hiding spot\attack post. She knocks me out when she isn't annoying. Cuteness is the plan for babies that makes for putting up with them until they are half-way civilized. I have three right tennis shoes and three demolished left tennis shoes. I left Buster to babysit and went to town early today. I had been reading that one of my depository banks was struggling and I wanted to get some money out of there. Left a fully insurable amount because they have a strong presence in Florida which is probably why they are struggling. It is bad in Florida. People are losing their homes and jobs right and left. Scary days on the economic front. But I'm not worried- people always vote for the Republicans because they are good for business. (snark, snark) Unencumbered, I went to Wal-Mart to scope out sound systems for the DJ/wedding thing. The man who travels and sets up the sound system displays was putting new stock out and taking old ones down. I cut a pretty good deal on a display model. Works with iPods, too.

Came home and actually made it to the bed for my nap. I have to sleep in the middle to keep the dogs separate because somehow a wrestling match will otherwise break out. We had a good long snuggle. Pleasant dusk on the deck and I caught a glimpse of my friendly coyote. He has moved further down the 80 acres to avoid the neighbor's dogs. I am sure it is the same one- the cows didn't miss a munch as he passed through them. Matt called and that made vespers even nicer.
Miriam Sample of Billings died. She was 88 (86 in the picture). She and her husband donated over 400 works of art to Wyoming and Montana Museums over the past 20 years, and cash to other charitable organizations totaling more than $5 million. She requested no services.
I offer this as an antidote to the "All-Russert, All the time" coverage of a mediocre journalist. When the politicians line up to praise you, you have failed as a journalist. When Drew Pearson died they were dancing in their offices because the old bastard did his job-speaking truth to power.
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