Sunday

I slept in this morning. Maybe it was the downpour yesterday that washed all the stuff out of the air, if there was stuff in the air, which there wasn't. I went for my usual morning walk late after first getting up and starting the coffee. I took a different route this morning, up Seventh Avenue then crossed to Sixth and then up to the east until it dead ended, just below Chief Ouray's old house, which is now a new house, or at least new in the 20th Century. It was up on the side of the little hill that mother and her fawn were making their way back to their beds after a night of frolic and flower eating. Mother spotted me before I spotted her, her big-booty ears turning like a RADAR unit, picking up on my movement. Her baby, freezing behind her. Once she determined she was more of a threat to me than I to her, she moved on, fawn bouncing behind her in the tall grass.

Mouse Chocolates hadn't made lemon bars the whole time our team had been here. So, one of our team members, who craves lemon bars like a goose craves air, came up with a brave and bold plan. For the days we were here, at night we would take turns going in and asking for lemon bars. When we were told all they had was lime bars, we dropped our head in fain loss and walked out.

The day the majority of the team left for Phoenix, there were lemon bars on the shelf in Mouse. Bastards.

Duckett's Market is closed on Sunday so we stocked up yesterday. We went in to Montrose and stopped at Murdoch's Farm and Home Supply store. It was next to the Safeway where we got our cereal. Murdoch's is the place you can get a tool box you need to lift with a forklift. No, really, there are slide holes for the tongs of a forklift to fit in. You can also by herbicide concentrate for your herbicide issues right next to Slosh Authentic Root Beer. In the back is where you get your cow's ears for your dogs to chew on. They're just down the aisle from any size air compressor you could ever dream of. Oh, and don't forget that new set of Wrangler jeans on the other side of the store.

Chet, the dog, was directing traffic in front of Big John's store, Ivory's Trading Company and Gallery this morning. He sat in the middle of Main and 9th and didn't move while cars went around, thereby directing traffic. John and his wife, Sandy, use to live in Sun City a couple of years ago. Now, they live over their store, which use to be a bar and disco. The bar is still there, complete with bottles they've apparently dusted over the last few years. The bar is where they have breakfast. John was hosing off the front patio to the shop at 8:30 when the sun finally hit the center of Main Street.

The editing on the Holy Ground is going well. I have finished what my wonderful editor had given to me. Now, I get to turn to the next book Looking for Indianola. Part of that story takes place here. So, research and walking is in order.

Coffee, breakfast, naps are in order for today.