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.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Living in the Park

I was up early and took pictures of the birds by the new and improved mini-lake. The birds are pretty tame. They seem to co-exist as families-click to enlarge to see seagulls, a snakebird, an egret and pelicans.
Honey and Buster play nicely with the French-Canadian girl. I helped her dad install a new air-conditioner in/on their very compact camper. This was a homemade arrangement and he was proud of the result. He hauled an old air conditioner from Quebec and it kept popping the breakers. He found a newer more efficient one. He is a bouncy guy-enthusiastic and his wife is placid to the point of seeming depressed. She must have had a little fire sometime because she has a butterfly tattoo that spans the cleavage of her ample bosom. She is pleasant enough. Their toy poodle is "in season." They have chastity pants for her at the ready. Buster had some memories stoked but he was a gentleman.
Honey, it must be said, is doing pretty well. This has been a growing together time for us and she is mostly good. She has settled down a lot and is usually appropriate with other dogs. Still very shy of strange humans.

I cleaned house and washed dishes- It was either wash the forks and knives or serve something that required spoons only. But Greg saved the day. He fixed Penne Pasta Marinara with sweet Italian sauasage and meatballs, garlic bread and ice-cream sandwiches. They are approaching laughing about the contretemps of yesterday. Tim and I strolled over and back afterwards. We sat in my open air patio area for awhile enjoying the Christmas lights, the light breeze and mild temperature. He says he is having his best vacation ever. He caught a dolphin today but gave it away. (ThankyewJesus!) Nice day.
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