Another day, another walky

Well, the rain stopped and the overcast cleared out. A little cool, but no serious wind yet. That'll come later today, no doubt. In the meantime, the boys wanted to know what the hell I was doing listening to Leslie Fish in the scriptorium when I could be going for a walk with them.

After a while, I got to wondering the same thing.


Dotted here and there in the desert there are little dwellings where nobody dwells. Nobody ever seems to bother them: Most of the folks you'll meet here have a very serious attitude toward property, including that of others. Most of these folks are heavily armed. This place, for example, is owned by a guy who's been out of the country for as long as I've known about it. His brother, however, lives fairly nearby. It looks abandoned, but it's not. Approach with caution. Better still, don't approach.

Of course that doesn't mean things are entirely safe unattended. The wind has a way of pulling things to pieces, given time. And there's lots of time here.