The Goose Garden!

March 14, 2020
   We were supposed to be down in the Old Pueblo today for the annual Tucson Festival of Books but, like everything else in our world lately, it has been cancelled. 

   Went to the grocery store yesterday and parked farther from the front door than I ever have in 35 years of living out here. Bashas' was crowded but not slammed and there were some outages (bananas and booze) but it was not a melee or anything out of control. Still, every checkout lane was full. Then tried to drive home but the washes on Cahava Ranch were running deep and strong from the rain and nobody, including, our fearless UPS driver, dared cross. So I went back up town and got a happy ending, I mean a massage. Well, not that kind, but, you know.

   "So what can a poor boy do, 'cept to play in a rock 'n' roll band?"
—The Stones

   Kathy is spending her quarantine time on the Goose Garden. Our kids call us the Gooses, as a derivation of Mother Goose. Anyway, Kathy is keeping busy in the breezeway.

The Goose Garden Takes Shape

   Very wet and very green out. The yellow wild flowers are starting to bloom. This is up on Morningstar.

Green Scene

   Working on a couple concepts, including this portrayal of Olive Oatman and her "rescuers" swimming their way to Yuma from the Needles. It's a 200 mile swim and although they walked some of it, Olive later admitted they swam ten different stretches. 

Daily Whip Out:

"Swimming Thru The Deep Gorges"

   On the Pendejo front, I am still trying to find this trickster's visage. I know he's a total jag, as we used to say in college.

 Daily Whip Out:

"Laughing at El Pendejo's Campfire Stories"

"The best print books still rock. There is nothing else that takes their place."
—Cable Neuhaus