Lately I've been taking a book to the cafe with me, opening my ears at the end of each page to see if the guys are going anywhere.
I'm reading Edward Abbey's Desert Solitaire, an exploration and love letter to Utah's high desert. Denny and I spent our honeymoon in a Utah fantasy region of rock, wind and time. I love the earth's sculpture.
Life stretching from a slot canyon in Bryce Canyon National Park. ---->
I chose Abbey's book because the writing is beautiful, like High Street Chocolate--smooth and sumptuous and so rich I can only eat a few bites at a time.
And I've been wondering if our Hill Country home is evolving to desert, although I'm more hopeful today with another 1 3/4" of rain last week. That makes a total of 12.2" in the last 13 months, still squarely within the average rainfall of the west Texas Chihuahua Desert...but I can see tiny wildflower plants poking through the crust in my front swale. With one more good rain in December/January, spring could bloom.
Last week, finally, I heard promise from the older-middle-aged-men when the subject turned to T-shirt sayings. The lawyer said, "Well I only wear shirts that say what I really think."
The group chuckled, knowing the lawyer's thoughts are as unpredictable as rain here.
"I wear this one when UT loses a football game: 'I'm only wearing black until I find something darker.'"
Smiles and an 'Amen'.
"And I wore 'Future Dead Person' to the office about three weeks after I'd been diagnosed with cancer."
Silence. Followed by grins. It must have been a while back. The t-shirt is still true, but he's here today.
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