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I'm trying something new. This is one of the main reasons I wanted a laptop, so lets see if it's all I dreamed it would be. I am actually sitting outside right next to my waterfall/pond. It is dark outside, but the little solar lanterns around the pond are glowing, as is the glow-in-the-dark water lily. I can still make out the forms and faint colors from the flowers blooming nearby. The gurgling sound from the waterfall is one of the most peaceful sounds in the world. But I have to admit, there is a little trouble in Paradise. I am not all that used to the keyboard on my new MacBook; you wouldn't believe how many times I have had to back up and correct a misspelling, missed punctuation, fingers on the wrong set of keys or CAPLOCKS on. I mean I could have written TWICE as much by now, if I actually had twice as much to say. I am not entirely comfortable; in order to sit near the waterfall, my chair is on somewhat of a slope. The arms on the chair somewhat impede my typing (as if I needed further excuses) and I am a little tipsy (from the unstable chair, you understand). But the main thing that stops me from camping out here all night, at peace with myself and the world, communing with nature is, ironically, nature itself. I am, of course, talking about gnats, who are attracted by the lit-up screen and mosquitoes who are presumably attracted by my delicious blood, despite the tons of repellent I have liberally applied to all exposed areas of my body. I sometimes wish they would just quietly land and have their way, but it seems a rule that they must first whine crazily around my ears and face, causing me to spastically wave and slap. The city sprayed for these pests last week, but I have noticed no immediate results.
Now, in Ruby Valley, weekday home of Ultradad, there don't seem to be any mosquitoes. Just last weekend I spent a little time there, which I hadn't done for several months. 'The valley is so green, it hurts your eyes,” UDad informed me. This was a risk I was willing to take. We arrived Saturday afternoon, having spent part of the weekend catching up on chores in Carlin. The columbines were in bloom, and the Virginia Creeper was lovely. I had missed the lilacs. UDad parted the bedroom 'curtain' (actually a nailed up blanket) so I could see the Robin nest right outside the window. Four scraggly little birds with wide open yellow mouths blinked back at us. Murphy and Rowdy excitedly ran around the yard, but seemed particularly interested in what was underneath the shed. Before the weekend was out, each had killed a baby jackrabbit, no larger than a chipmunk. Who says toy poodles aren't hunters?
Okay, I am back in the house, not because of mosquitoes, but because of insistent poodles. “Can I sit on your lap? Just put that box thing on the ground.” ” You know, it's kind of dark out here. And getting cold. And my feet are wet. Why can't I sit on your lap?” “Well, okay then, don't mind us. We are just going to scratch your leg and look pitiful. Take your time.”
We took a drive to see just how far away the fish hatchery was. The drive of 20 minutes or so we expected turned into 45 minutes. But now at least we know where it is. UDad met someone who worked there a while back, and he offered him a tour; I definitely want to take him up on that one day.
On Saturday, UDad seemed to be in a lounging and relaxing mood, so I took the 'boys' for a little walk. “How long are you going to be gone?” he wanted to know. “Oh, I don't know,” I told him, “Maybe half an hour; probably not that long.” I'm not sure how long I was gone, but I know I went further than I meant to. And then, of course, you have to walk back. When I was about a mile from the house, I saw a familiar red pickup coming towards me. “Half hour my foot!” grumbled UltraDad as he stopped to pick up us. “We need to get going if we are going to take that drive to my old hunting grounds.” “I thought you said you wanted to rest up today.” I reminded him. “I changed my mind,” he said simply.
I packed us up a lunch and we got going. The wild flowers in the mountains were beautiful, although I guess I missed their peak. There were hues of purple, yellow, red Indian paintbrush and white thistle blooms. The poodles and I had several outstanding naps as we went along. After the long, bumpy ride, we were glad to get out and explore a little. We saw a bunch of Black Angus cattle belonging to the Lear Ranch (UDad's sister Kathy et al), and spotted an elk up on the hill, but he bounded away before I could get his picture. UDad told me that often, when 'glassing' they spotted bands of wild horses. “Glassing” or looking for game through binoculars was only one of the new terms I learned this day. “Look at the stud pile,” UDad said, pointing to a bunch of manure in the road. In response to my puzzled look, he explained that wild stallions will poop in a large pile to lay claim to their territory. “Now I'll show you the Lear mat,” he next said. I was beginning to feel like I was in a different country where I didn't understand the language.
The 'mat' was a system of rain-water collection to water wild stock in dry times. A large, very tough black mat was spread over the ground, weighted down with rocks. When the rain water collected here, it drained away into filtered pipes downhill into reservoirs. Only one seemed to have water in it currently, and I was plain to see from the muddy prints that it was being used. We enjoyed our picnic and explored a little. A little further along, we stopped to collect flat, shale-like rocks to bring home for decorative purposes. We got some great ones. The poodles had been so good, only wandering a short distance away from us, but suddenly they scented something that excited them and theyk were off. We yelled to no effect as they raced along, as if on a trail, getting further and further away. I was beginning to worry they would end up as coyote bait when they finally came panting back. UDad unceremoniously dumped them into the cab of the pickup, but Rowdy appeared at my side a few minutes later, having jumped out of the partially opened window. He is a bad one, that Rowdy. UDad decided to take a different 'road' back home, and as soon as the pickup began lurching along, I drifted off into another little nap. Arriving back at the house, I did a little cleaning and packed up to return home. All in all, a very nice weekend.
Throughout the weekend, I was on the phone with my Real Estate agent. We had an offer on our Idaho house and after a little dickering, decided to take it. It will be nice to have this done, but I can't help but feel a little nostalgic about the place where I lived for more than 30 years and where I raised all my children. And now the fun begins of cleaning out our remaining possessions, especially my piano.
I think I'm getting a little better on this keyboard, and, of course, as soon as I said that, I immediately had to correct 4 typing errors and a CAPLOCK. But who knows, maybe this will be what it takes to get me posting more often. You know, whenever the muse strikes me. No more having to sit comfortably in the computer chair in the well lit computer room typing on the familiar keyboard with handy mouse nearby. Now I can sit outside if I want to, or as now, on the couch with poodles sleeping nearby. Or I could be in bed; the possibilities are endless, virtually without end. So why cant' I figure out a clever way to end this post?
Newly Nearly Mobile,
UltraMom

PS I do think I am going to love my new MacBook.

Columbines at UltraDad's house

Baby Robins in Lilac Bush

Indian Paintbrush

Other Wildflowers

The Lear Mat

UDad after a leisurely lunch

UltraMom & Rowdy