The High Holy-Days

 

Christmas. Yuletide. Noel. Holidays. Every year is different despite similar expectations and preparations, and I wouldn't want it any other way. 

Everyone but the Korea Dude was at the cabin for the holidays, though this one featured quite a bit more cars and trucks going up and down the mountain for classes, breaks and outings.

Always a pleasure and about as much work as anyone can handle, no matter what.

To Wrong Red Canyon

 

 

 "Well, what are we gonna do?" was both said and implied heavily and freqently as the day aged past early, and we all knew we needed to get out and down some road pretty quickly. The latest storm predicted and lauded as a big deal and anticipated with warnings was bearing down on our valley like the disembodied hope and savior it was, and time was waisting. 

Ideas like beach balls bounced around the living room, but red canyon, only an hour or so away from where we sat or waddled about chasing dreams and housework, was the noodle that usually stuck at this time of year when weariness is always the opposite of daylight, so that's what we did and we were glad we did it...

 

Attempted Mobile Blog

One never knows what one will find, but ya keep looking for ideas, trips, projects, fixes, and apps that resemble hope and dreams gone by- that's the universal condition of the aging human, in my limited experience.

I found this app that enables me to blog from an app on the phone, and we’ll see how it works. It'll probably be an unmitigated disaster, but here goes...

 

 

 

And so the grab continues, as has been done heretofore in other worlds.