the past is gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday....

little bugs aren't affected by cactus spines at all

Today was very windy, windy enough that I didn't do anything, even walking around outside wasn't fun. So when that happens I just stay inside and either find a few inside things to do, just relax, or worst of all.... Snack!

Barney, The Old Fat Man left this morning heading for greener pastures, and I hope he made it to those pastures before the wind started blowing because right now the wind would be dangerous to tow a trailer in.

I actually woke up this morning with the intention of putting my rearview cameras on the back of the trailer but by the time my motivation had reached a sufficient level to make me actually do something the wind had picked up to the point it would probably blow me off the ladder. I'm hoping I will get back in the mood to accomplish that job before I'm too old to climb a ladder.

I'm looking forward to getting back to Colorado even more than usual because I've been in the mood to start selling stuff that I've put in my storage room there. I sold a lot of stuff on eBay and Craig's list when I had my house up for sale, and put the rest of it in a storage room with the intention of selling it when I came back to Colorado. But for the last couple of years whenever I get back there I haven't felt like going through the hassle of selling it all.

I think the stuff represents my past life which is probably the reason I couldn't get rid of it to start with. It's difficult to let go of things that represent your past because their a physical representation of your past life and not just a fading memory. And it takes time to come to grips with the fact that the past is gone and won't come back no matter how many tattered remnants you hang on to.

For folks that live in homes without wheels it's easy to find a place in the basement or the garage to store a lot of those things, which you probably never even look at but it makes you feel good to know their there, and then one day when you're no longer around your relatives will either fight over them or throw them all in the trash.

But when you're home has a weight limit a person has to be very picky about what can go and what has to stay. And I personally believe that a storage room makes those decisions a little easier because for most people having three piles of stuff labeled, get rid of, go in the RV, and temporary storage, makes it easier to deal with the flood of memories that accompanies throwing things in the "get rid of" pile.

But now the thought of that stuff just laying there is starting to bother me enough that I might actually do something about it. I'm pretty sure one of the problems I've had in dealing with the stuff is that I hadn't totally let go of it yet, and I had rather pay to store it than to admit I no longer need it in my life. But if I can just hang on to my present feelings till I get back to the mountains I believe I'm mentally ready to let go of at least some of it.

                   theboondork

I am no expert but I believe this is an Indian grinding hole down in the bottom of Dog Canyon and there was a couple more just like it a few feet away. they would put some grain in the hole and grind it with A long thin rock that fit in the hole and over the years the hole would get deeper and deeper so they would start a new hole nearby.

this little flower was the size of my thumbnail, but its color still made it easy to see.