Life in the West

Friday and Saturday I was running a little on the low side sugar-wise. This didn't become really obvious until I had a good protein shot at the Golden Corral Saturday night. Everything lifted. It really is kind of insidious. I realized that the post complaining about my neighbor was kind of out of character- normally the "F-word" would have seasoned the pale prose. So stick it in where it is appropriate. But running on empty did not stop life from going on. I tried committing my first vinyl LP to iPod. Of course the advertising blurb makes it sound like you put the record on the magic turntable and it ends up in the iPod. Nay, there is the downloading of an mp3 converter from a third party, the editing, the labeling, the saving and loading. But I got one of my favorite and rarest records done. Maybe the next one will seem easier. Meanwhile, if Noah floats another Ark, I have enough music on my iPod to keep the animals shucking and jiving for the duration of the cruise providing it does not exceed 40 days and nights. (Pick me, pick me!)

Llamas and horses.

Honey tries to sneak up on the horses. The horses could care less.

The "Spite House" is still empty after four years. These neighbors got into a big fuss with their cousins in which the (barely) Native American cousins told the Frenchman he didn't belong here in the process of choking him. It set a Civil Rights precedent: Native Americans depriving a legal alien of civil rights, and ended up with a tidy sum being awarded to the Frenchman and his much older Native American wife. The Frenchman bought pre-cut logs for this very nice home. ("Thanks for the new house, bigots.") He was going to build it himself with some contracting. Some contracting turned into a full time craftsman for months. Still no lights shining in this abode. There are eight houses/farms in about a mile along this road. For 25 years I was the only one who spoke to them all. But I succumbed. Not quite the Hatfields and McCoys but there is something contemptible about everybody if you are inclined to dwell on it. Easier to live without them and their little agendas than live with them. Material for the novel if I get around to it before my contemptible life ends.