
I haven't written anything for a while, so thought I should post an update. We've been having a great time sitting in the shade for a good part of the day while my rock-saw buzzes away at the piles of rocks we keep bringing home. We read and watch the birds, which flock to our feeder in huge numbers. I finally got a couple of good pictures of these rosy finches.

I haven't bothered to take photos of the numerous other finches, barn swallows, and sparrows, as they all look alike to me. The white winged dove juveniles sit on our fence and wait for a willing adult to feed them... very comical. We've also been on several great drives out of town. The other day we went to Montecello, an almost Ghost Town about half an hour northwest of TorC. It's a charming little village in a large valley smack dab in the middle of the flattest desert you can imagine. We found a dirt county road that circled back to the highway and found some great rock picking along the way.

We also came upon a buzzard enjoying lunch at the expense of a recently flattened jack rabbit. DO NOT click on this picture to enlarge it if you are a) squeamish or b) a bunny hugger... but everybody's got to eat, right? We also took another drive up Mud Mountain, where we got some beautiful chunks of candy rock (rhiolite) that I've been sawing up. So little time, so many rocks!

Annie is knitting up a storm. I continue to play a little music and do a little maintenance here at the house we're renting. The other day the swamp cooler went on the fritz and I had to tinker with the pump to get it running again. The cooler recirculates the water which evaporates to cool the air. There is so much disolved calcium that it plugs everything up. The filters look like there's snow on them and the pump gets filled with sediment. Today, I had to fix a ceiling fan that was rattling around threatening to take off like an upside-down helicopter. This is much nicer than trying to fix a heater when the weather is below zero!!! The humidity ranges from 45-50% at 6am to 13% during the hottest part of the afternoon. It is quite pleasant most of the day, with only a few hours when standing in the sun is like sticking your head in the oven. It still makes my jaw drop to see someone walking down the street wearing a jacket and long pants when the temperature is hovering around 100 degrees. I'm assuming those people are suffering from being dropped on their heads in infancy. But in the words of my favorite recent country song
"God is Great, Beer is Good, and People are Crazy." (Actually, that's my second favorite recent country song. My #1 is:
"I gave up drinkin', smokin' and women last night, and it was the worst 15 minutes of my life."