Calling All Bloggers

Many of us first became acquainted to each other when Blogging was the cool kid on the social media scene. And many of us enjoyed Ronni Bennett's "Time Goes By" site. A gathering that I and so many more have missed.

It is time to leave FB and I currently have no suggestion where the next social platform exists that checks all the boxes. 

Please please leave a comment if you are interested in firing up our little corner of the Blogsphere. 

Let's get this party rolling!

Where's My Damned Bowl of Cherries?

Kman and I have not visited our beloved Big Bend National Park in a few years. We've been consumed with building a new business from his art with impeccable timing - post pandemic with soaring inflation and interest rates. Perfect. If we can beat these odds, then surely calmer waters will appear. Another "Hold my Beer" episode in life.

And as it always turns out, I pick the wrong checkout line in life. Somewhere along the way, my planned budget took a Left at Albuquerque. I retired from a career position of 22 years last May and Kman has been retired for 2 years. Both of our commutes were nearly 70 miles a day round trip. Traffic along the interstate from our not-so-little-town-anymore to the Big City has become both dangerous and stressful. Nuts is more like it. I intended to find something parttime that I would enjoy and ease our spartan budget. So far, that is all intention and no result. Who knew Dream Jobs were precisely that?

Half my life's in books' written pages
Storing facts learned from fools and from sages.
Dream on, Dream on...

Thank you, Aerosmith, for those pithy words.

 

This is a painting my husband did a few years ago.  The real location inspiration was the movie set ruins "Contrabando" on the River Road between Terlingua and Lajitas.   The River Road is a fabulously scenic drive and we try to get to The Big Lonesome (Big Bend National Park) area at least once every year.

I love the mountains and I delight in the oceans. But, it's the desert that makes you dive hard into introspection.  It is as unforgiving as any deity on Judgement Day; that Big Book opens and you are flayed at the gates, exposing all the rot.  If you're lucky, the austral desert winds act as a heart surgeon, performing a resuscitation of self, of hope.   The piquant bouquet of a creosote bush soothes the invisible cuts of daily life; worry discharges like an errant bolt of lightening into the hard ground.  Rise, shake it off and seek the prehistoric deep into those river canyons. The desert is my solace.

My Other Blog, Texas Trifles

I haven't devoted very much time to this poor little blog, but it was started with big intentions...always the case, no?

Just as a "public service announcement", Texas Trifles has lost the "blogspot" part of it's web address. If you were kind enough to link to my oldest blog, Texas Trifles, then please update your links page with the correct new address: www.texastrifles.com

Thanks!