In the high desert, seasons do not slide smoothly from one to the next. We're in that transition period right now.A few days will be relatively calm --just moderate afternoon breezes -- and warm to nearly hot. Then, blam, a storm goes by to the north and we are pounded with gale force winds, 35-45 mph sustained with gusts up to 50 or even 60 and hurricane force blows in some mountain passes and such. It isn't cold but raw and sometimes on the chilly side now that blood has thinned for warm weather. We get 'brown outs' where blowing dust cuts the visibility to a mile or less. That is not good for allergies and other respiratory problems nor easily irritated eyes... But this too will pass.
Today, I just read, is National Train Day. I made a trip over to the Silver City area last weekend and got a
I had a good time--despite the Tour de Gila bike race madness which had the whole area in a spin. I even discovered there is a community of Alaskan 'refugees' in the area to include one gentleman who follows the Iditarod on a snow machine each year and blogs about it several times a day on the ITC site. I greatly enjoyed his commentary this past race.He's now raising hunting dogs but I'm glad to see he's still into canines. He did win the Last Great Race once, quite a few years ago. I will have to go back in a bit to try and talk to him.
Last bit of news is I went yesterday to a meeting of a writer's, group at the Senior Center. They call themselves OWL, Older Writer's League, and focus on inspiring and encouraging seniors to do essays and word sketches of their diverse experiences and recollections to preserve for the future many things that have changed, vanished or been almost forgotten. History is important and so much is lost with each generation's passing. We all wrote for half an hour on a subject we chose.and then read them aloud. No critique, not snide or snarky comments and really each essay was quite good! I will do some minor editing and clean up of my effort and post it a bit later today. We had to write in longhand and for me that is a challenge wile deciphering the hieroglyphics later is even more so!
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms and grandmas in the crowd. I guess I am one of them myself and still have a hard time in admitting or accepting I am pretty much the clan's matriarch of both the Morgan and Walton families and have been for awhile. My maternal cousins' mother passed a couple of years ago and she was the last one. All my aunts and uncles are gone and I'm the oldest of the cousins on both sides Sheesh--I am not sure if I like that or not!! Maybe rank has its privileges and I suspect I am about as rank as any these days LOL..
Welcome to my World
Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!