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.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Temperate Day: Big Winds

Brother Bob called as I was having my coffee this a.m. He was dining in a McDonalds in Gretna (I know it well) and noticed an essay contest involving Native American kids which was the brain child of someone with my name. T'warn't Me, drat it. We got hysterical. Having reached a certain age,and remembering our parents/aunts and uncles we were recollecting the past and present "fart history" of the family. Recently he had been in one of the front pews in church and realized he was in trouble so arose and made for the restroom. "Every time my left foot hit the floor I ripped one." That brought up mom's "walking farts" in her old age. And dad was famous for his cough/farts. He would cough loudly and fart at the same time, thinking the cough would cover the fart. Certainly didn't fool his kids. My lovely children introduced the term "carpet bombing" to me as a form of walking fart in a grocery store. Great sport. If you are good you can carpet bomb down the aisle and then innocently meander back up it to observe the victims. Not intending to, I carpet bombed the tiny Suprette grocery in Oshkosh, Nebraska on the way home. My eyes were burning and the place was packed-all elderly so it provided some cover or at least deniability. After Bob's surgery he was in Wal-Mart at the photo kiosk, looked around and saw no one and let a 30 second ripper. Finished with his photos, he turned around and there was a little girl sitting in a chair-holding her nose. Ah, the indignities of age-though our family has been robust in this department always-it is the uncertainty of control that kicks in with age.
The family tradition will continue. Matt says of Audrey, "The girl got's game."

I installed some solar lights today. Because I tend to topple without a light to guide me, I marked some paths and lit the walkway to my door. Those lights are getting better all the time. Significant light is cast.

While I was away they erected a new "Llttle Wind River casino" at Ethete. I went there for dinner tonight. It is smaller than the Big Wind Casino and very nice. It was Senior Tuesday but I ordered off the menu. Quite a few seniors in the conference room. Very creditable Chicken Fried Steak. Pretty close and reasonable in price.