Zuni Pueblo Range

Nativo Lodge

There's no valet service.

There's plenty more to say, but I wanted to get this posted. It's my last night here.

The next morning, having loaded my soiled pee pads into the guest laundry, I exited the building through an unexplored door and there, fluttering across the parking lot, was a chick, not a young, human female, a fledgling. I began talking to it and as I drew near, it hunkered down and became still. Cupping my hand, I gingerly covered it and picked it up. It was then I noticed Michael Toya working nearby.

I went over to consult and he pointed out the mother who, he said, had been flying down to the chick and up to a nearby lamp-post where, he surmised, there was a nest. The wind had been blowing pretty hard all morning and the chick seemed a casualty.

After some discussion, we put the chick at the edge of a nearby shrub near the base of the post. There, it'd at least be off the pavement and less likely to be run over.

Returning my attention to Michael I realized he was the artist whose work covered the exterior wall at the base of the building. You can see some of it in the picture above to the left of Phoebe. Michael told how the owners had asked all the artists who'd painted rooms in the hotel to submit proposals for the exterior....and Michael's had been selected.

Eventually, he said, the entire outer facade would be done including the huge, south-facing wall.

I asked about his background. He's from Jemez Pueblo where he'd been raised by his grandparents in the traditional way. He immigrated to Isleta Pueblo when he married.

There was an interesting moment when he paused from our conversation and seemed to assume a more upright stance. He told how they used to hunt Oh-Kee-Dagh, the little bird, a type of finch. He said the male's bright yellow chest feathers were used in ceremonies by his grandfather, but since his death they didn't hunt it much anymore.

The first time he named the bird he made a sound in the back of his throat that I've written as Dagh. The sound was sort of like a cough, but different. After saying it, Michael looked at me as if he expected me to attempt a pronunciation, but he must've seen my reluctance as he then repeated the name but simplified it to: Oh-Kee-Dah....without the problematic, for me, "cough."

I asked about taking his picture and he returned to work.

I'd been gifted with a bit of insider knowledge.

5:30 a.m. Psuedo Instygram

Had to change out the Paw Pad closest to muh penis; hit whar soaked. Leaky li'l devil. Tha's the problem these days. 

Ah tooken a couple uh sleep aids since ah dun bin up mostuh the night. Fortunately, Ms. Cook dohn git free 'til round one o'clock....long 'bout the time ah'll be straightenin' muh tie...cuz, you know, "ev'ry gurl crazy 'bout a sharp-drest man."

Ah'm countin' on awl you new Psuedo Instergram readers tuh hit that thar do-nay-shun button in the upper right tuh he'p with awl these 'spences ah've had thiz past week.

Many thanks to those who've given so generously. You know who you are. We're committed to your anonymity to preserve you from the relentless horde of professional beggars.

Instagram Pretentions

 3 a.m. Diaper Change.

Pretension is purposely misspelled in the title to grab the attention of those (few) who actually KNOW how it's spelled; it's a ploy.

Sort of like: "It's a Carrot," but different. 

For those closely following, I had cut Paw Pads (brand) absorbent pads into washcloth-size squares. This 3 a.m. change involved replacing those rather than the actual diaper.

The diaper, in the upper left, is from the 2a.m. change. The blue squares are the non-absorbent side of the cut up Paw Pads (product placement photo to come). 

Michelle had the Paw Pads left over from a cat that preferred to pee outside the box. Knowing my creative brilliance, she thought I might be able to fold them into a type of cap that would absorb the excess juices from my brain.

(I KNOW thousands are benefiting from my experience and creative problem-solving. It gives meaning to my life.....NOT)

And don't be ashamed of those $500.00 donations. I know it can seem embarassing in these times of multi-mega millions easily being raked in by early investors in the pot business. But they add up. Any amt appreciated. 🥰

And just think of the poor souls who got 40-years-to life in Georgia & Tennessee back in the '70s & '80s  for dealing an ounce.

My 1st wife's ex spent 1972-1976 (four years!!!) in a Tennessee penitentory for two joints.

Instagram Wannabee

Rumor has it everyone's gone over to Instagram.

If I were on Instagram I'd post pictures of my wet diaper in the tub and these photos of my bed with the query, "Which do you like best?" Cuz one shows the closet better.

I'd no doubt be concerned about my sponsors. Ugh!

It's the 2 a.m . diaper change and given the "average" American's fascination with all things prurient (well, this is SORT OF prurient!), I figured it was worth posting. 

In a month or two, after I've forgotten the struggle of this period, this post'll remind me I could have THOUSANDS of followers if I wanted to go on Instygram. I mean, isn't this fascinating?

But, of course, there I'd be with the requisite five cats, too. I have to admit, it sounds enticing. But all that FUR!!

Celebration II

Oh, god, I never thought I could love a vehicle.

I bought half a pound of Sprouts' filet mignon and the butcher, when heard what I had in mind said "We don't use a grinder anymore, but I'll trim the fat off before I weigh it & chop it as fine as I can"

On the way to the hotel I realized I didn't have any capers. So I screeched up to the front, jumped out leaving keys in ignition in case they needed to move her (there's no valet service), and went up to my room.

Came back down, went & got the capers, STILL w/o having tipped the butcher.

Back to the hotel where she sits next to a new Discovery. When Overlamd Journal reviewed the Discovery 3 years ago the entire dash electronics went dead.

You don't have to start Phoebe to roll HER windows down.

I had a couple of sips of orange juice in lieu of wine.

Tomorrow I'll take care of the butcher.

New Brakes

OMG!

What a vehicle!

I mean, what with all the health hassles, I have to admit having a shower close at hand was nice. And, due to the noise from the freeway, I slept on the floor outside the bathroom so there was another wall twixt me and the sound.

But I've got my escape vehicle back.

Beef tartare to celebrate

Had to replace the front left caliper.

New rotors

Platinum Ceramic pads.

$674.61. 

Two more nights at Nativo Lodge. Then we'll see how we do.