tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18940415984871233682024-03-20T19:56:17.434-07:00LLPOFCJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.comBlogger951125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-5970854829906484722011-06-25T10:02:00.000-07:002011-06-25T10:03:45.989-07:00Waiting to Arrive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVc7SxfUatN_8Xn2Y4TbUBSggm-dT7lSVoqEvkEQuV_Ke4SYWphNgLBXfF1Cbv4eEJf1RYUxEGfBmpR4awWmhwF1G8QV2IV8T4ex1Z0JcBKKRrmOASynIPa58Wov21hgr867vhIVXbcqk/s1600/blog+waiting+to+arrive.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVc7SxfUatN_8Xn2Y4TbUBSggm-dT7lSVoqEvkEQuV_Ke4SYWphNgLBXfF1Cbv4eEJf1RYUxEGfBmpR4awWmhwF1G8QV2IV8T4ex1Z0JcBKKRrmOASynIPa58Wov21hgr867vhIVXbcqk/s320/blog+waiting+to+arrive.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622204131567743298" /></a>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-34428212277877473722011-06-24T10:06:00.001-07:002011-06-24T10:10:15.524-07:00Independent<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNYkDDfwJOR0VtO65Ja1m5OleenY-EmOoNLrR_rDTSIOwPl4zwwV2TvMjvQ-SkOz8UUOTPx3NzoyI7HtEC8fNEbuPkbCBZ9c1luElRhULoyhlmUbORaGEn9oFPN2QQskcPs7C_IAYui0/s1600/IMG_3283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNYkDDfwJOR0VtO65Ja1m5OleenY-EmOoNLrR_rDTSIOwPl4zwwV2TvMjvQ-SkOz8UUOTPx3NzoyI7HtEC8fNEbuPkbCBZ9c1luElRhULoyhlmUbORaGEn9oFPN2QQskcPs7C_IAYui0/s320/IMG_3283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621834137104300354" /></a>My shirt reads: IndieAuthor, It's not just for musicians and filmmakers anymore. (The Waterhauler, coming soon.)CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-25964976254569539292011-06-21T06:28:00.001-07:002011-06-21T06:30:40.919-07:00Solstice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pMQCURW045RtuWV7xvaNvCkSZe_51w8LtG_IpKa7h0ac8UmDB22dY0Kwb042esbqITHe6PHM38XCxbwHuiZoc-u3fUwu1QgELQFA9lBIAVdJjb0sYYtEZa16afHWvVVsPThbHeYxg88/s1600/blog+fun+summer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pMQCURW045RtuWV7xvaNvCkSZe_51w8LtG_IpKa7h0ac8UmDB22dY0Kwb042esbqITHe6PHM38XCxbwHuiZoc-u3fUwu1QgELQFA9lBIAVdJjb0sYYtEZa16afHWvVVsPThbHeYxg88/s320/blog+fun+summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620664783811446034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'm going to have such a fun summer!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-68672961128813732282011-06-20T07:10:00.000-07:002011-06-20T07:37:05.571-07:00I'm baaaack....<div><br /></div><div>I would like to say I've spent the last two years at<div>the top of a mountain in a hut, deep within my spiritual core. High in the mist finding that wiseness that belongs to ancient grandmothers throughout time.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kTqbrVRXvvh8IGp025rSYaOD50YPdRn8qyP_xY0dfNVnRfQ4fQ1-cOzq1AKx39tLzIRGoEveiWM39cpBv_6TxrsAy7TqYLVp2P8mdsfOsWzZZ8-rJjZm10u_rkFiSD0EYLwugg7kk-8/s1600/blog+hut+in+mist.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kTqbrVRXvvh8IGp025rSYaOD50YPdRn8qyP_xY0dfNVnRfQ4fQ1-cOzq1AKx39tLzIRGoEveiWM39cpBv_6TxrsAy7TqYLVp2P8mdsfOsWzZZ8-rJjZm10u_rkFiSD0EYLwugg7kk-8/s320/blog+hut+in+mist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620310395218599858" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>But alas I only find myself grayer, my jeans roomier, my mind a bit slower. It's true I've finally finished writing a book that will soon be published and am hard at work on another and I've built a casita in the desert and collected rusted metal from abandoned mines in the Cerbat Mountains and made art with my nearest neighbor out there.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the serenity and wisdom I associate with the ancient women of the world still eludes me. And I still cannot make a souffle or ride my bike with no hands. I have not achieved the picture of the woman in my childhood books, the one who holds the key to happiness, longevity and the bank accounts.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8V-Nx7oHmeB_8GWCS2-fQ2W_SPkrOavmejTDhe9d3hyphenhyphen6XFhTmV0C8LdNmjFZwdqtKNnchGYuI9bt9JhLviIx7wO3mRe-_Zfy_pZGySMbpK2KUBPy6zmi8Z9RIgj3OO2iKt3SLQjqU8vI/s1600/blog+grandmother.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8V-Nx7oHmeB_8GWCS2-fQ2W_SPkrOavmejTDhe9d3hyphenhyphen6XFhTmV0C8LdNmjFZwdqtKNnchGYuI9bt9JhLviIx7wO3mRe-_Zfy_pZGySMbpK2KUBPy6zmi8Z9RIgj3OO2iKt3SLQjqU8vI/s320/blog+grandmother.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620309865798609986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#666666">I'll keep striving. Surely it's all just around the corner.<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll keep striving. Surely it's all just around the corner.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-5797572089650151892011-06-19T13:56:00.000-07:002011-06-19T14:01:00.998-07:00Father's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgTLESIwFeU3NdM1mdxG6Aci1KBHpjv0hOara55bBILxjuktH-MqeQcfSGcSVOX5CyLwmi6YTOoVl-17dm-FRQsfAHRqujAUf5kYFVIxPC5UXTmEjeHe1VFutSXzBtIsVbPWm_SKZGdU/s1600/Vaughn+Proctor+Coops+father.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgTLESIwFeU3NdM1mdxG6Aci1KBHpjv0hOara55bBILxjuktH-MqeQcfSGcSVOX5CyLwmi6YTOoVl-17dm-FRQsfAHRqujAUf5kYFVIxPC5UXTmEjeHe1VFutSXzBtIsVbPWm_SKZGdU/s320/Vaughn+Proctor+Coops+father.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620038198311050978" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is where my sleuthness comes from.</div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-61725983080104232302009-09-19T16:14:00.000-07:002009-09-19T16:23:40.371-07:00Hiatus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRKL7nXddu2j-qCEpd9SPc-nJf-zhJFY6M6HgSji6A3-S2HY2lUnIN5mRWLjD2PdHzdDiIol_5mOB8spU4eiapnMk4fa11v7S6zpdm8xTpjGEiCNCHIr9MiIG0bemwK_DqDF-FhQx9pY/s1600-h/hiatus.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383321175619782370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRKL7nXddu2j-qCEpd9SPc-nJf-zhJFY6M6HgSji6A3-S2HY2lUnIN5mRWLjD2PdHzdDiIol_5mOB8spU4eiapnMk4fa11v7S6zpdm8xTpjGEiCNCHIr9MiIG0bemwK_DqDF-FhQx9pY/s320/hiatus.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I've thought long and hard about where I'm putting my energies these days. I've just finished a book that needs to be published. I've started writing another one. I've bought property out of state and Irene and I are fulfilling our dream of making a second home in the desert. My blog is now officially on hold. I appreciate all of my friends and family and random readers who have turned to this page for the last two plus years. I will send an email out just as soon as I am able to begin again. In the mean time, do what fulfills you in this short short life we've been given.</div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-62836465959532666402009-09-19T16:08:00.000-07:002009-09-19T16:14:38.184-07:00Fixer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YhXSgSkB48XNojt2cIVy91GXLGcgOYatVbI0b06R8ScYP7CbmSKxt9uaARRd8UBWLmQL_v8MnLmzHWC19vuwrsAucHvCt3rJ3i3DGolCmDIwzq7PG05o2JFetslZMvhUbT4ThxI-eX8/s1600-h/abandoned-mobile-home.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383320189726172738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YhXSgSkB48XNojt2cIVy91GXLGcgOYatVbI0b06R8ScYP7CbmSKxt9uaARRd8UBWLmQL_v8MnLmzHWC19vuwrsAucHvCt3rJ3i3DGolCmDIwzq7PG05o2JFetslZMvhUbT4ThxI-eX8/s320/abandoned-mobile-home.jpg" /></a> I'm in need of a make-over.CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-74819515720369377902009-09-08T19:32:00.000-07:002009-09-08T19:43:46.116-07:00The restless time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMa9SHBKy6MoLmL-cd-W4uQc5y-K4Ynm2bUmdduysoc5i7g2e91wUj1XLQJhCWxz6MIoAKOlpopLn_HzG3atgze5X-EAOvhxExpLULqsNM7nau4czrOmVmxDW1JEAfYGz_rJzvZkIf7o/s1600-h/travels+with+charley.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379290626744408274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMa9SHBKy6MoLmL-cd-W4uQc5y-K4Ynm2bUmdduysoc5i7g2e91wUj1XLQJhCWxz6MIoAKOlpopLn_HzG3atgze5X-EAOvhxExpLULqsNM7nau4czrOmVmxDW1JEAfYGz_rJzvZkIf7o/s320/travels+with+charley.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I often have several books going at one time. Different times of the day require different books. There's morning reading, night reading and the kind of reading where you pass by the book on your way to another room and read a paragraph or two. Yesterday, perusing my bookshelves, I culled two books, The Road to Mexico and Steinbeck's Travels With Charley. It's that time of year for me, the time when my energy is highest and only a book with motion will do.</div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-30384631328188467532009-09-06T12:32:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:36:49.328-07:00Summer Blues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPd-cBAcrS6SASc58Sl5IZPRFArbGxCC3dDawQ9lPuJns5z3E_4Dztr1RW_KUA2Xi9hrlKB0kq3Otjngb8Jpfhnvr7AviO_MbtgOWmcXSd1OxFMzM3wPX7YdSwrS-9T0HKP94wdH5Fyuo/s1600-h/Summer-Blues.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378440323304077394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPd-cBAcrS6SASc58Sl5IZPRFArbGxCC3dDawQ9lPuJns5z3E_4Dztr1RW_KUA2Xi9hrlKB0kq3Otjngb8Jpfhnvr7AviO_MbtgOWmcXSd1OxFMzM3wPX7YdSwrS-9T0HKP94wdH5Fyuo/s320/Summer-Blues.jpg" /></a> I feel them coming on.<br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-84579276440635518382009-09-06T12:27:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:32:15.760-07:00It's gotta be the nuts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhez-y7TQlQknunLm7KzdiCCn-kxMyiFJJtSUA99iWjDZKd9LkAtUpW1rObEO9M49N8VOEZ-XAjx_vae5yxF3t0sCTrJjTuoAHkTxX_zbdl4RY0VsWLlfdA7nwzxAXQnYG042UuIfj1R54/s1600-h/WomanWhoseTimeIsRunningOut.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378438659501467762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhez-y7TQlQknunLm7KzdiCCn-kxMyiFJJtSUA99iWjDZKd9LkAtUpW1rObEO9M49N8VOEZ-XAjx_vae5yxF3t0sCTrJjTuoAHkTxX_zbdl4RY0VsWLlfdA7nwzxAXQnYG042UuIfj1R54/s320/WomanWhoseTimeIsRunningOut.jpg" /></a> About a year ago I lost considerable weight. I've spent months trying to gain some of it back. This morning, on the scales, I noticed with alarm that I'm fatter than I've ever been. Must be my new walnut diet. Guess I'll have to switch to carrot-nibbles. <br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-28766037317941193132009-09-06T12:19:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:38:50.354-07:00Poop-See Scoop<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh0v2I2z-PDRhyjNX2P-ao0FjMirGnsz03eMKUv8gmHO0nLD2ahCfI4muZVl5h0SnfIM7lBY1HrCp8O1-mSfIRAV7EnYP5fscujSbWiwcfl7NnEgVemAM8eDi3pMyjsEKVYljw0TmoHA/s1600-h/Poopsie-scoop-sheet2.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378436765267131250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh0v2I2z-PDRhyjNX2P-ao0FjMirGnsz03eMKUv8gmHO0nLD2ahCfI4muZVl5h0SnfIM7lBY1HrCp8O1-mSfIRAV7EnYP5fscujSbWiwcfl7NnEgVemAM8eDi3pMyjsEKVYljw0TmoHA/s320/Poopsie-scoop-sheet2.gif" /></a> Our friend, Sharon Grennan (Annie Bones' sitter), invented this scoop. It is available on-line and at select pet stores. We got ours through the 'Solutions' catalog. It is quite amazing. I urge all of my cat-loving readers to order one today.<br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-36338375687192666452009-09-05T08:58:00.000-07:002009-09-05T09:01:22.956-07:00The idle poor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HwwsnUktLRu-TH47AI82GCBJXNC_IxCFNo0DdpZ5I4WiIi_7PINAq0_hSDauXWUzMp5jOWclgvkkjT-g6eAwx4e9R4qAIw6O-EEULyUt-ZHwBHleKae8RbBBJcBhGzgrDE4Ia7nTDH0/s1600-h/helmet+pic,+etc+035.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378013655056830258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7HwwsnUktLRu-TH47AI82GCBJXNC_IxCFNo0DdpZ5I4WiIi_7PINAq0_hSDauXWUzMp5jOWclgvkkjT-g6eAwx4e9R4qAIw6O-EEULyUt-ZHwBHleKae8RbBBJcBhGzgrDE4Ia7nTDH0/s320/helmet+pic,+etc+035.jpg" /></a> When you retire you can idle away your time like this too.CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-77573718929921584302009-09-05T08:53:00.000-07:002009-09-05T12:24:26.395-07:00Two old women, two old rackets..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2zzO1REBj4igwZMIP_9t19WYPSpjSNv9guluE_SvdML7nQddvGNoB1hPvcNF7dzxKh2Q5CPN4V85SwVCFYVlSFy4rDWBVPxNXCBkXcWePaH-RITvJP-UUW9Jlxb8TtW4wgXTjjJEpSI/s1600-h/helmet+pic,+etc+036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378012537898806482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2zzO1REBj4igwZMIP_9t19WYPSpjSNv9guluE_SvdML7nQddvGNoB1hPvcNF7dzxKh2Q5CPN4V85SwVCFYVlSFy4rDWBVPxNXCBkXcWePaH-RITvJP-UUW9Jlxb8TtW4wgXTjjJEpSI/s320/helmet+pic,+etc+036.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Inspired by the dazzle, charm and talent of Roger Federer, we've bought two flea market rackets and we're hitting the courts at 30th and Brommer.</div><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-9520794235799011592009-09-04T17:30:00.000-07:002009-09-04T17:33:40.847-07:00CC with her ax<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQiH1cFcwp228bhh-ffnbOmKGb2EQYbnodFpbtEEIOIHnkoKlv56uaeCKgHL80pPoPYG621IAxMCMrzfYDaSnGzZghzc-NMm677Lhzcf1vmsa0FTwutPF2wyrZrfdaH-PYHd2dm-A1ks/s1600-h/helmet+pic,+etc+032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377774576639795890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQiH1cFcwp228bhh-ffnbOmKGb2EQYbnodFpbtEEIOIHnkoKlv56uaeCKgHL80pPoPYG621IAxMCMrzfYDaSnGzZghzc-NMm677Lhzcf1vmsa0FTwutPF2wyrZrfdaH-PYHd2dm-A1ks/s320/helmet+pic,+etc+032.jpg" /></a> CC's grandfather played alto saxophone some 50 years ago.<br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-40051498302921677982009-09-04T17:24:00.000-07:002009-09-04T17:30:19.862-07:00Station fire<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObRqSDtqTZpFN9xoXCRoknuxIKK-iL8T1kHloa8dsoGJ5dxxpdzz8WZ-LuIIIH0IXr5uws0nrVsbxRS7fbI-kZoWvryf0to_v8g3g4tBL_Ze_0e1DcMOrH_3brHS8C4A55rU8jWHFq7c/s1600-h/helmet+pic,+etc+034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377773895723042098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObRqSDtqTZpFN9xoXCRoknuxIKK-iL8T1kHloa8dsoGJ5dxxpdzz8WZ-LuIIIH0IXr5uws0nrVsbxRS7fbI-kZoWvryf0to_v8g3g4tBL_Ze_0e1DcMOrH_3brHS8C4A55rU8jWHFq7c/s320/helmet+pic,+etc+034.jpg" /></a> Sun setting in smoke, Mojave Desert.<br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-80532516320542206752009-09-04T09:50:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:00:49.784-07:00Happy Birthday, Sally<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWd-77YjqY7KkRa1M-uTsseFfKa7EwCdD0iiK-YpGG3Um9GHJw_c2GRMRletsE9q630t2fNQ0D_4HOw5cAvTXXxTiNazwMH4jzWERUTvH_blRnej9DXNuGUq1IzlD6L5PZqPRlbQjsnw/s1600-h/sally+and+me.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377657533006886530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWd-77YjqY7KkRa1M-uTsseFfKa7EwCdD0iiK-YpGG3Um9GHJw_c2GRMRletsE9q630t2fNQ0D_4HOw5cAvTXXxTiNazwMH4jzWERUTvH_blRnej9DXNuGUq1IzlD6L5PZqPRlbQjsnw/s320/sally+and+me.jpg" /></a> Sally and I always celebrated our birthdays together, usually beginning with drumming in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Today I can clearly hear her voice and see her beneath those tall trees, smiling, always.<br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-5404275841348115252009-09-03T12:02:00.001-07:002009-09-03T14:17:45.621-07:00Rosie the riveter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6TP2zlhoNq08iu61pQo1i1fTJx8LIBBttOKrz2_VLFyNZGoo_JuHVylBm_TH_SJmuqfwRPzvNvDbSQKAxrFqu8cF-tLSdBkNxYKyyo_t9tCZndg4TDDFF0ffCffL3Zvkz0XGmjQ-Re4/s1600-h/helmet+pic,+etc+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377320084604143810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ6TP2zlhoNq08iu61pQo1i1fTJx8LIBBttOKrz2_VLFyNZGoo_JuHVylBm_TH_SJmuqfwRPzvNvDbSQKAxrFqu8cF-tLSdBkNxYKyyo_t9tCZndg4TDDFF0ffCffL3Zvkz0XGmjQ-Re4/s320/helmet+pic,+etc+024.jpg" /></a><br /><div>A birthday present from Irene: A welder's helmet. What more does a woman need?</div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-49250841369743570112009-08-27T06:12:00.000-07:002009-08-27T06:51:04.295-07:00Event cleaner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippVx745jKvbj_sAmjXQd9x8DhPsdiYK3OwIfObVrH39Ndw7PP4d5V1Y08JWuX06kHJQycKBqtgfbxjln5dK3LxBznXLFCJtWSOky_HH8057WrsHmSm1UogLHlrsQetaY6cwey5w6R2K0/s1600-h/house+cleaning.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374631162495913986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippVx745jKvbj_sAmjXQd9x8DhPsdiYK3OwIfObVrH39Ndw7PP4d5V1Y08JWuX06kHJQycKBqtgfbxjln5dK3LxBznXLFCJtWSOky_HH8057WrsHmSm1UogLHlrsQetaY6cwey5w6R2K0/s320/house+cleaning.jpg" /></a> I was talking to someone the other day and we got on the subject of house cleaning. I lamented that I wasn't very good at it, that I didn't like it and generally only <strong>really </strong>cleaned when someone was coming to visit.<br />"Oh!" she said. "You're an event cleaner!"<br />I smiled. 'Yes! That's it. An event cleaner!" I went away feeling whole and healthy. I love labels.<br />They're like stickers from places you've been, plastered all over your suitcase. Now I can add this one, like an accounting, just in case I'm stopped in the street.CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-6122247647157147672009-08-26T11:05:00.000-07:002009-08-26T11:26:04.215-07:00To see a tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKX6u0gkZOFSCYrYDWIwbIldT5_FYWAB_VBM0pEd0-3R0HADwJyjlzknuXNU6W1P2iSz29A-XZKVoFZYmjAXUy97cZEZZjaqaksQ9u8jSO6_6sk1yXrEx7P76-4AqxSWWsremLVanF14/s1600-h/shade+tree.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374335571929484978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKX6u0gkZOFSCYrYDWIwbIldT5_FYWAB_VBM0pEd0-3R0HADwJyjlzknuXNU6W1P2iSz29A-XZKVoFZYmjAXUy97cZEZZjaqaksQ9u8jSO6_6sk1yXrEx7P76-4AqxSWWsremLVanF14/s320/shade+tree.jpg" /></a> I think I was one of the first people to see my grandson see a tree. He was born in the desert and there were no trees except the Joshuas rising stiff and unyielding as buildings to the brand new eye.<br />He came to visit me when he was a few months old. I took him outside and the two of us lay under our front yard tree. I watched him watch as the breeze moved the leaves. He followed the patterns of shadow and shade with such wonder, I knew he was giving me the gift of first sight.CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-57720899017276258432009-08-25T08:12:00.000-07:002009-08-27T06:32:53.764-07:00Band of Brothers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qJDXfdR6vVaHG4pjzOGrv_RoqmoLDGq9xJx14vnJiNsFhKq_Zj6O1hn2HfuBf7aQgjlcKEa8IeXc79g7yRCIt8OfMixeo26a4OYrGX94XuEdrOBbhAInJnRxnohw0u1O1dNYR4Tr5ew/s1600-h/phelan+skate+group.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373919869556570882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qJDXfdR6vVaHG4pjzOGrv_RoqmoLDGq9xJx14vnJiNsFhKq_Zj6O1hn2HfuBf7aQgjlcKEa8IeXc79g7yRCIt8OfMixeo26a4OYrGX94XuEdrOBbhAInJnRxnohw0u1O1dNYR4Tr5ew/s320/phelan+skate+group.bmp" /></a> My son's best friend died yesterday in a motorcycle accident. Tony <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Elfering</span>, top left was part of the pack that made up this true band of brothers. They all roamed the desert, half feral, mostly sweet kids who lived lives of action and danger and swagger. Today we are stunned and saddened, wondering heavily how much sorrow any of us can absorb.<br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-90728209394609372032009-08-25T07:50:00.000-07:002009-08-27T06:33:27.880-07:00P*landers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0KUfNx-LFMvIG-_ZocRWS-biAuRlV7-q5ItdKJwUmC30j2TCWiEcuKJ0NBBa7J5rCh1kZxTXei3Nhmwqeun4g4gUUTsz8IHxppsE6jj_ouhYtnQQymKRoDZnc2Mc2vW_rVIcaUSPS-0g/s1600-h/tonywheeler.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914393746204418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0KUfNx-LFMvIG-_ZocRWS-biAuRlV7-q5ItdKJwUmC30j2TCWiEcuKJ0NBBa7J5rCh1kZxTXei3Nhmwqeun4g4gUUTsz8IHxppsE6jj_ouhYtnQQymKRoDZnc2Mc2vW_rVIcaUSPS-0g/s320/tonywheeler.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Tony <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Elfering</span> died yesterday on a motorcycle doing what he and all of the desert boys did all of their lives. Tony and my sons grew up together. They formed, along with a few others, a true Band of Brothers, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inseparable, one family indisguisable from the other</span>. My heart is breaking for all of them right now and for Tony's mom and sisters. My heart is breaking for all of us.</div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-11797840576639284442009-08-24T19:05:00.000-07:002009-08-24T19:11:36.935-07:00And the winner is....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDRoTZctGJXJ81ORrQRjsPPSV5wwbcgDJD8L35XJPm1VQgOC2m2zkDHkZfHebFHrI0h4fzJfCBGSt8g0X4-Nb2eAAbLGs01G9fXR8YObVhzE8ov9Ablb487wnD1LFeyTjRMV5i8Pyj2c/s1600-h/hedgehog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373717197553861730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDRoTZctGJXJ81ORrQRjsPPSV5wwbcgDJD8L35XJPm1VQgOC2m2zkDHkZfHebFHrI0h4fzJfCBGSt8g0X4-Nb2eAAbLGs01G9fXR8YObVhzE8ov9Ablb487wnD1LFeyTjRMV5i8Pyj2c/s320/hedgehog.jpg" /></a> A panel of critics and comedy fans evaluated thousands of jokes this year at the Edinberg Fringe Festival. Top prize went to Dan Antopolski. His joke?<br /><br />"Hedgehogs--why can't they just share the hedge?"<br /><br /><div></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-31094182521562787222009-08-24T15:39:00.000-07:002009-08-24T15:45:14.487-07:00We're gonna be in pictures...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyYq1puP6_0HMI5nWhhjdqnxW30UJnH54927jWot_Pz_6h6w6pIpEtmFYiklX9zd2OVpLTOp6kD00yU3hWYApcWTo4ipvyolCzCcRz_9veHiYyAevHnBO2jdQERMZN58ZirJmModJPJg/s1600-h/chloride+gas+station.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373664632808118418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRyYq1puP6_0HMI5nWhhjdqnxW30UJnH54927jWot_Pz_6h6w6pIpEtmFYiklX9zd2OVpLTOp6kD00yU3hWYApcWTo4ipvyolCzCcRz_9veHiYyAevHnBO2jdQERMZN58ZirJmModJPJg/s320/chloride+gas+station.jpg" /></a> A film crew is coming to Chloride, AZ to make a series of 'shoot-out' flicks. We're gonna be stars. Click on link below for details. Maybe you can be the tourists... <div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://kingmandailyminer.com/main.asp?SectionID=1&SubSectionID=1&ArticleID=33163">http://kingmandailyminer.com/main.asp?SectionID=1&SubSectionID=1&ArticleID=33163</a></div>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-24279584162263996082009-08-21T14:14:00.000-07:002009-08-21T14:23:56.575-07:00Crows seem to find me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF2-cgIUUlvDX9IpF-0bFaBp-icFWEZitSGMkPnqP5ErAkOFe37cx-YCzgNJgVuw2KiW8uX7GSHY8ekIjZQlJhZRMSv3u75mQdGRxnRIE8_RenHBAixIdQJp2whrWK-nsexReEnJGglI/s1600-h/IMG_7442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372528691839026466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF2-cgIUUlvDX9IpF-0bFaBp-icFWEZitSGMkPnqP5ErAkOFe37cx-YCzgNJgVuw2KiW8uX7GSHY8ekIjZQlJhZRMSv3u75mQdGRxnRIE8_RenHBAixIdQJp2whrWK-nsexReEnJGglI/s320/IMG_7442.JPG" /></a> Crows have a way of finding me. In emails and front yard powerlines, in the tops of my neighbor's cypress, they watch.<br />Yesterday via Canada Postes this image by Jacob Escobedo, an artist who grew up in a small desert town north of Las Vegas, cme to me.<br />Mr. Escobedo began creating animals for his friends and naming the animals after the people. This one definitely has my name.<br />(an early birthday present from Aaron, Wendy and Amado. Thanks you guys! The first piece of art for our desert casita!)CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894041598487123368.post-31644450428081168592009-08-21T14:07:00.000-07:002009-08-21T15:23:48.958-07:00When I grow up I want to be an old woman...<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYZkFOZoP-o&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYZkFOZoP-o&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com3