Wednesday
A good day at work. Pretty much finished up the numbers. Now I have two
days to do the federal compliance work.
The hummingbirds found our feeder. Now we have hummers at the sugar water,
and grosbeaks at the seed feeder. Warblers. Orioles. Jays. Geese.
Magpies. Blackbirds. Grackles. Nuthatches. Swallows. Mergansers.
Mallards. Killdeer. Dippers. Spotted sandpipers. White-crowned sparrows.
This is a great bird place.
The guy next to us last week in the WanderLodge said it was too big. It's a
forty-five footer. Too much stuff.
The weather couldn't be any better. High seventies during the day. Thirty
degrees at night. It's a very fast temperature swing as soon as the sun
goes down. Great sleeping weather.
Our commute for the Durango job was seven miles. Pagosa is a smaller town.
Our commute here is two miles.
Regularly, I am startled by the mouse. It's a little gray mouse, and it can
show up anywhere at any time. It never wiggles or moves by itself. It's
filled with catnip. But several times a day, Rags discovers it, terrorizes
it, throws and catches it all over the place, and leaves it somewhere new.
We're not always there when he does this, so we never know where it will
strike next.
I'm already looking forward to the drive to Silverton. We'll get to drive
an entire hundred miles to get there.
When we arrived here on Sunday, we could see the high water mark along the
river. Just like looking for the last high tide mark on the beach at the
ocean, you can tell the highest point the water has been recently by the
rubble along the edge. The river was down significantly from the high water
mark when we got here. I had imagined the spring runoff to be constant and
predictable. The snow starts melting, the water rises, the snow runs out,
the water recedes. Not so. The water was up. The water went down. Now
it's back up again. Guess rivers have more complicated cycles than I was
imagining.
Found the racquetball court at the Pagosa club. Had to drive all the way to
the other side of town, though. It's a nice glass court right at the front
door, so I could challenge everyone who walked in and out. No takers. The
nice lady at the desk even made several calls for me to local racquetball
junkies, but couldn't hook me up. It felt good to hit a little bit.
Good coyote music tonight.
