Ring of Fire
No writing today (yet). We just got back from the Pueblo Chile Festival, about two hours south. Jeff, Diana, Shay and Kay-Kay are doing well. The girls are really coming along – more beautiful every time I see them. Jack and Declan enjoyed playing with them. Declan seems to have a crush on both girls. Is that possible at three? It was so good to see them all, laugh over an excellent lunch. It makes moving south all the more tempting.
One of the highlights of the festival was watching a man who couldn't have been a day under 100 dance with three very young and attractive women, one after the other. Chicks dig older men!
The house is now permeated with the aroma of freshly-roasted chilies, which smell quite a lot like weed. We bought half a bushel, about 15 pounds. They are sitting on the kitchen counter, still hot from the roasting, and I’m waiting for them to eat through the plastic bag. Tomorrow I’ll process them into salsa with the tomatoes and whatever cilantro is left in the garden. My anchos are embarrassingly small. I don’t think they’ll reach maturity before the first frost. I also need to harvest the sunflower seeds before the cedar waxwings return (if they return). They decimated the juniper berries this spring, but it was worth it to watch them.
On the way back home, looking at the sign for the Focus on the Family Visitor’s Center, or whatever it’s called, I got a little blip of a scene for The follow-up to Just Another Love Letter. Anners and Ian are having snickerdoodles and coffee with Manny, and Ian asks him if he’s ever been to
Current Music: October Project’s first album