|98, 99, ... almost done with my pushups, then we can rob this mine!|
|You will be mine! (get it? Mine?)|
|The one that got away|
You can throw a rock into this hole and have a conversation before it comes to rest.
Did you sleep well last night?
Pretty well, thanks, but my left hip hurt.
Bummer! Do you take anything for it?
I forgot to stretch before I went to bed. That usually helps a lot. I don't want to get into the habit of taking something every night. I'm not that old.
Still, you should do what helps you sleep.
I know. I'll remember to stretch tonight.
<and ... TINK!>
When Nicole and Darlene showed Annie this mine, a truck camper was parked where we are in these shots. When the girls got close, the camper yelled BIG HOLE! BIG HOLE! I thought that was considerate, and not at all insulting or inflammatory.
This is NOT a gratuitous poop shot:
I mean, it's possible that it was a long-ago dog, which sort of makes this picture gross. However, it's more likely that it was a coyote, which makes this picture all National Geographic.
You'll note the stick-for-scale in this shot. Yes, I BOUGHT a stick from the Stick Tent. Yes, I feel somewhat bad that the stick probably grew in China, was carved by a Chinese child for 2.3¢, and was then exported to the US as another pebble in the landslide of our country's gross domestic product. This stick represents all that is wrong with our economic system, and it keeps me from falling down in the desert, and is that such a bad thing?
|Annie likes to pose next to cacti for scale.|
"Seguaro you from?"
Do any of you volunteer on the fly? I'm bad at commitment. I'm thinking a morning at a food pantry. An afternoon picking up stray nails at a Habitat for Humanity site (those are my building skills). Something I can do fast and on-the-move before they learn they don't like me, and vice versa. Any ideas?
I liked the most recent Raptitude post. It helps me put my fears into perspective.