Tucson Ho!!!

This could be my next blog banner. There was rumor the shorts had fallen into the fire, but they resurfaced. Hah!!

The photo I'm holding was one of many by Eadweard Muybridge, famous for his "motion studies."
Poetry in motion; don't you agree?

A painting bought from a cafe in Ajo, Arizona. The proprietor said the artist had returned to Michigan to die of cancer. It "livens" each day for me.

View from the west wing: Feet up. Sunshine. Freedom!!

ABQ Vignettes

My first suspenders were castoffs from a production of You Can't Take It With You. I don them for special occasions such as a visit to ABQ.

Soon after I left for my four-month sojourn, Michelle began a re-do of the house. Along with remodeling the bathroom, she had a new roof with skylights put on, re-landscaped the front yard, bought a new stove and, shown below, got some new drapes for the living room. She thought the feather behind my ear leant just the right touch. I'm considering having a feather-holder implanted. 

It was at the dinner table she noticed this splendid bit of abstract expressionism in a Cat Lackeys To-Do list.

Near Deming

It takes me three days to get from Tucson to Albuquerque. The second night I camped about ten miles west of Deming. In the morning I hiked up the hill to enjoy the vista. Tha's Phoebe down thar in the center left.

On the way down I found this memorial to a fallen comrade. I surmisaled hit musta been uh kieyoht.

I Miss Her & Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument

As much as I've come to hate Albuquerque -- the loud mufflers, the driver's who've "discovered"  their horns, the traffic  and, lest we forget, the DOGS...the barking dogs! -- I miss her and am looking forward to baking her some pumpkin pies. She's always loved pie and learning to bake was a gift from my grandmother.

I meet with the plumber on Wednesday to clear up some minor problems with the bathroom re-do. Then it's back to Tucson. Should you ever need a cat-sitter in Albuquerque, here's a link to her website.

We (she had the Casita then) saw this olde saguaro in Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument.

West of Tucson we camped at Gilbert Ray County Park for $20.00 a night. No hookups and no showers. In deference to Americans' prudery, I donned my black underpants to shave and bathe. I look forward to boondocking. Suggestions?

Sunset over Tucson...

At KOFA Wildlife Refuge

Ajo and Tucson

We stopped in Ajo to visit with Suzan where we got a tour of The Curley School, now converted to Artists' lofts, a conference center, with gardens and chickens!



They've left the halls unadorned so they echo...just like in the olde days.

Suzan's new shingle. In addition to mosaic and mixed-media work, she practices healing arts.

In her studio.

Her three-legged cat, Tessa.

Then it was on to Tucson where we found a needle-in-a-haystack. Afterward, she went West and I East. Now enroute to bake pumpkin pie in Albuquerque before returning to thread the needle.

Wildlife!!!!

(It appears to have grown a leg from its back.)

KOFA Shibari

Borrowing ideas from Kinbakuluxuria, we entered the other-worldly space of KOFA National Wildlife Refuge. It's SO nice not to have neighbors. We can emote to our heart's content knowing no one will come running. Not that they would anyway, but she can only handle, at least at present, one at a time.

Purple's always, since kindergarten, been my fav color.

That, plus the fact I can't whistle, qualifies me, according to Good Luck Duck, to call myself Queer. But I don't know. I mean, I don't feel queer.

Update 30.Dec.2022 - For reasons unknown, I'm now able to whistle Yankee Doodle Dandee and The Stars & Stripes Forever march. Who'duh thunk?