Tiger said she had to go poop. When I heard the sink twice, but no flushing, I went in to check on her. She had gotten into my makeup case and had emptied 10 canisters of eye glitter on the floor, the walls, in the toilet, all over her hands, just everywhere. I was proud at how calmly I excused her so I could clean it up, making sure she understood that she needs to ask permission before getting into other peoples stuff again... but I am very frustrated. Though I can't blame her for thinking it's pretty.
Every time I drive west I am lured to stop here. Promises of the largest prairie dog in the world, rattlesnakes, 6 legged steer, teensy donkeys... and every time this place gets more derelict and has even fewer not-so-exotic critters. This time it looks completely shut down . I didn't see any prairie dogs through the cracks in the broken down fence like I usually do. just a lone Canada goose.
how can you really blog about driving and make it interesting? I'm not sure you can. this is my dinner, some Indian somethingorother from a can that I transferred to a non-canopener needing vessel. Earlier on radiolab, regarding the idea of some sort of afterlife,"because we exist only in the minds of those who remeimber us, we lose control of our lives and become what They want us to be."
heading to boulder, I am 4 hrs into my drive and have been enjoying RadioLab. I have seen 3 hawks, a herd of reindeer (near Santa Claus, Indiana), a lone marathon runner in brilliant Orange running on the wrong side of the highway, and a strange backyard full of WW2 (?) model airplanes and jets. refueling (heh heh- totally on empty) in mt vernon.
