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198, Oct. 09
My daughter Rowan called me this morning in absolute excitement about the successful purchase (30 year mortgage) of the house her and her man Geno just signed the closing yesterday. She wanted some of the boxes she has stored in my studio for the last 4 years...so to keep her happy and to my pleasure to get some of the space back in my creative space I hauled in the boxes. Actually the house they bought is very nice, as seen in one photo to the right.
I was looking at my motorcycle and felt sorry for the the machine. It has never had an indoors parking place, and has had more use than most bikes get in three times the age. By the time it was four years old I had put on 64,000 miles.
But it has been a great bike, and only once have I had to do minor repairs on it. (the starter went out)
The thing about big bikes is the tires wear out in 10 to 12 thousand miles, and unless one does all the maintenance it gets very expensive.
A front tire replacement usually costs $250 or more.
That is why I try to take the tire as far as I can, but recently I realized, my economy was getting deadly when I saw how little rubber was left.
My bike weighs close to 800 lbs. and if the front tires blow at any speed you are going down, which means a big hurt if not death is the outcome.
I made a deal with a local biker and did his portrait for a front tire. Now he wants me to do a portrait of his Harley for a rear tire.
That reminded me of many years ago when I lived in the ski town of Telluride, CO.
After being there for over a year, I added up the actual cash that had touched my hand. It was $24. I didn't need money, because I had an account in every bar and restaurant in town. All I ever had to do was sign my name on the bill. They all were paid by art work, murals, signs, menus, etc.etc.
I came across some of the harvest of my attempt to grow a garden this summer...how sad my little heads of corn...I think I need some counseling on the art of being a vegetable baron.
The corn, (poor creatures) tried to grow, but the combination of being in adobe, too much shade, too little water (supplied in the way needed) and an ignoramus with garden tools did not help.
All in all, we gathered about a quarter pound of cherry tomatoes, 2 zucchini, 2 squash, and 6 very good cucumbers. (if I do this gardening trick again, be sure there will be cucumbers) No evidence of those little successes being they were eaten. I estimate we consumed 8,000 gallons of water for the veggies, so that combined with the seeds, fertilizer, labor, etc, the great feast of green things cost about $100 a lb.
About 3:00 AM, I woke to find Turnup the cat sleeping on my left, Franny the puppy on my right and Gina the beast dog, all 70 lbs. of her draped across my legs. Ruth was somewhere in the bed but not sure where...
Since Ruth's Daddy has been here I spend a little more time in the house, to help Ruth get him in and out of bed, or bring whatever he needs. It is not much on my part, so I go to my office and continue the revision/writing of the HARLEQUIN MOON TRILOGY that was begun in January 1986. Obviously, I am under no pressure in getting this saga out to the world...however, I just went over ASSASSIN again, and I think it might be a WRAP, as the story now dovetails into the last book, THE CRYSTAL TIGHT ROPE, of which
I am in the very beginning. As it progresses I may go back for further revision...
The house is good even though we now are the caretakers of Ruth's 95 year old daddy. He is all but invalid, so it is like having a 160 lb. 6 month old baby, meaning all of the necessities of baby needs...
All I can say at the moment he is lucky to have such a good daughter.
My parents both died in my mid-twenties. It was my older brothers and sisters who dealt with their finale, so I was spared most of what Ruth is holding, that is up till now.
the new puppy each day...yawn, okay so enough of the puppy...but what is amazing is the speed time passes theses days, and how each day is so full of events and people and well...almost anything can happen
Ruth's Father is here.
What can I say yet but that, he is making a wise guy out of me...
As far as the new furnace, in this episode of Ruth and ken, the FURNACE is FANTASTIC.
Must have been some kind of blessing/omen being we barely got Ruth's father, BIG KEN, in the house and the rain began pelting down and continued for the next 12 hours. The stuff we left out on the trailer of course is soaking wet and will stay that way until the sun comes out for a couple days...
Oct. 19 ...and I have to say this has been a kick-ass last couple of weeks and if I had any idea the FURNACE was going to be such an ordeal....anyway, so far seems great.
As for the puppies...they is jus cute.
Sun. Oct 18
Everyday it is a treat to see the little Chihuahua/beagle pup mix...she melts hearts on sight, more than any dog I have ever had...but she is tiny and frail I worry that if Shiloh or Gina step on her bones will break. Meanwhile she is inside my house robe on this Sunday morning sleeping like a baby as I type this earth shattering news...
Sat Oct 17
Not unusual, problems with upload...fubar internet sometimes and my inability.
But now think it is possible to link to latest literary efforts...
ALL IS FAIR and ASSASSIN
Fri Oct 16
In between the madness of putting a new heating system in the house I managed to finish a "spirit" PAINTING , of which the title is RUTH DREAMS...
Ruth and I put up the tile on the wall behind the furnace, which had its moments of us yelling at each other, but as always we got to the end despite the chaos...
And now we start the preparation for her father's eminent arrival.
Wed. Oct. 14
The leaves are turning a chrome yellow all along the river. The wind is blowing early winter tales, and each year I feel more tired than the year before...
But being tired does not get the tasks completed, of which as always there are several in line...namely get the furnace connected before the first freeze. If there is any time after that, I may get back around to doing some artwork one of these days...
Mon. Oct. 12
This morning busy tearing the old furnace out and preparing to put a new more efficient one in. But I wonder how long it will take to equal out the 3 thousand it costs...but why we got it is because not only does it use less fuel, theoretically it will put out much more heat than the old betsy. We will see.
From now on and awhile our new addition to this animal menagerie with cute little baby photos of Franny.
And of course the Balloon Fiesta is over so now our old routines will resume, that is until Ruth's father comes to live with us...he is very ill and possibly will not be in the world much longer, but then who knows?
Friday met people at the Indian Pueblo Cultural Center, to do interview over the 6 murals I was the director for restoration 22 years ago. Ruth with our new baby. Then all week at the shop playing shopgirl. But between that help Pete paibt his motorbike with other artist friends.
pup pictures and we are as bad as new parents...
Tues, Oct. 5
ALL IS FAIR
in it's last rewrite.....
Ruth came home with a new family member, that weighs not even 2 lbs.
So here we go again...and Ruth wants to get the brother to the little Chihuahua.
Hey we are genuine New Mexicans at last. We have a pit bull, a chihuahua
and a chow dog and cracks in every window shield of cars...
Whoa, clouds, cool, and another day sitting in INCAHOOTS puttering at being a wordsmith.
As I wrote to a friend, my writing appears to be a weird hobby, being the trilogy so far has gone on for over 23 years...
Mon, Oct. 4
I am in Ruth's little shop INCAHOOTS, being this is the week of the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta, and people are running all over the place...that is, tourists, which now keep this old ghost town alive...
So while I sit waiting for the customers, I am pecking away at the trilogy, going back over All Is Fair, and Assassin, tying up loose ends etc...
The real part about writing a book is the immense editing, rewrite and basically just trying to streamline all the excess fat off a wandering pigalope.
And in my case, I have three Pigalopes that are supposed to be related, but at the moment are as close a family as Egyptians and Eskimos...
Ruth and I are exhausted being a long day after a longer night at the HE SHE BANG where we had an amazing and crazy night as seen in the photos...
I keep thinking about how I can finally wrap up my Harlequin Moon Trilogy.
I have been working on it since January 1986, but half the time I wonder why...
What the third book does in this weird trilogy is completely different from the two preceding,
All Is Fair and Assassin .
I have used every bit of autobiography in fictionalized form I can think of and the character Santiago was getting just too ponderous although certainly complex and genuinely nuts.
I promise in the third book, Crystal Tight Rope Santiago goes from nuts to LOCO in a big way, but hopefully fun.
Beginning in November I am writing
a new series of Zen Cowboy short
stories. This is a writing exercise I
began in 1994. and wrote 100 stories
seen on my ZEN COWBOY page.
I was doing a mural at an elementary
school and had an hour for lunch.
Before I returned to the project with kids,
I would think of an experience in my life,
give it a kind of Zen synopsis in one
sentence as a header, then on the rest
of one page try to encapsulate
The amazing harvest...
Oct. 26. and more fall color...
We can enjoy the colors of fall looking down the river,
a miniature version of the north country.
What else but more puppy pictures...
with an old folk singer thrown in for fun.
The puppies of course
the FURNACE LOOK
Our two puppies sleep...
The Motor Bike Painting last Saturday.
And then there are the puppies...
More images from Bob Smith.
Oct. 14 Bob Smith sent me some great artwork
he did on the computer last year...and appropriate
still being Halloween is around the corner.
and the new member...Franny with Gina
Oct. 2 The house and Ruth in her office.
THE HE SHE BANG FROM BACK TO FRONT
Me thinking about it...