…okay, I took more than usual, cope. Continue reading Battlemoor — Not Many Pictures Edition
My friend Ivar, who makes, took this picture of Hades, & I think it sums up both Hades’ natural magnificence, & also his truly spectacular talent at getting himself ENTIRELY TANGLED.
In any case, I usually don’t take a lot of Hades pictures because he’s a longhaired black cat & pretty often winds up being a fluffy blot, but I got a LOT of good Hades pictures this Battlemoor. Continue reading Battlemoor — Mostly Hades Edition
I really _do_ love New Mexico. It’s GORGEOUS.
It was also really, really good to be back on the road again. Continue reading the road to Battlemoor — everything else edition
They weren’t entirely thrilled about being back in the van, but they’re patient boys. They did okay.
They even managed to hang out in close proximity without killing each other! Much! Continue reading the road to Battlemoor — cats edition
But when I called the boys back inside before heading to the post office, Tom decided he’d rather stay in the van. So I grabbed his leash & off we went.
I mean. I went over to see if that’s where he was — I’d left the van doors open while I was loading up, as I often do — & he was sitting on the passenger seat, looking expectant. & then he SQUEAKED at me. So off we went.
He was unimpressed by the gas station parking lot….
MOM. Y u do this.
MOM WHAT IS THAT.
(I’m pretty sure it was a bird.)
Mom. I AM DONE HERE.
(This is what I’m talking about, though, when I say I want them to learn that the van is a safe place. When he was done, he didn’t try to find a place under a dumpster or something to hide in — he went back into the van. Because it’s safe.)
He had a MUCH better time at the post office. By which I mean there was dirt to roll in.
EVERYTHING is better when you’re covered in dirt & twigs.
He got plenty of chinpettings on the way home, so he was pretty cheerful about the trip overall. But he still dashed back into the house quick once we were home. Little steps — he’ll get there.
or, what to do when you’re stuck behind a train, like graffiti, & have a camera.
I was having a REALLY rough day Saturday, so my ‘run into town to ship a couple packages’ jaunt turned into ‘also accidentally drive to Crownpoint, do half the week’s grocery shopping, & find a really pretty canyon to almost fall into on the way home’ trip.
As you do.
(I did not, in fact, fall into the canyon, but I did climb through barbed wire twice, so there’s my store of bad ideas for the week.)
I found pretty flowers:
Also this cool plant that grew — flowers? Fruits? I do not know!
Some really excellent lichen.
Also Bones of Long-Dead Creatures in a more literal sense than usual.