Only two hermits remain. The ninth hermit has been joined by a tenth. They live on a small ranch in Central Texas with The Dogs of Hermits’ Rest. He does not hang out in bars anywhere near as much as when he was trying to be Li Po.
Other than family and music and song writing, his interests include writing. He has authored many technical tomes, several short stories, and a novel. He does have a day job or two, and he re-publishes some of his writings for those here.
For more information, see the complete profile.
Our friend Elizabeth came to visit. Suna took her to see the horses, of course. Nobody really comes to see me. They come to see Suna and the horses. That’s okay. I’m really a hermit at heart.
Elizabeth and Spice got on so well they made Apache jealous—not that it’s that difficult. But in the end, horse cuddles make everything better, except maybe chocolate.
She just looked at me, uncomprehendinglyLike cows at a passing train—Don Henley
Cattle are naturally curious creatures, despite their reputation for incomprehension. Granted, their curiosity mostly involves whether or not a new item is edible.
That curiosity only leads to problems when it conflicts with my desire for clean clothes. While the house is under construction, I’ve been living in the RV, right? We do have a washing machine in the garage but no dryer. So, I hang my clean clothes on the back fence to dry.
And…queue the cattle.
