Broken Stuff

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It seems like the last couple weeks is about broken stuff. Angie was rear ended on her way to work. The car is broken. The refrigerator also decided to croak. Trying to catch up, gain back lost ground. We have a new car, very similar to the rudely smashed up car. I had it shipped from Texas. Also have a new a new fridge and backup freezer and fridge. Spring is very sprung. The pollen seems worse that usual this year. In Atlanta we complain about the traffic and the pollen, neither one is really as bad as we say.

Angie and I decided to escape to the desert again this weekend. The thought/understanding of having a back yard of the immensity of the California deserts grows on me. The areas are vast. So vast, it humbles the largest of thoughts and comforts the smallest. My theory of why that is --is because there are no echoes.

At the same time I am repulsed by urban New Yorker's thinking my upstate farm is their back yard. The significant difference (in fact) is that part of the California desert is the largest national park in the lower 48 states and other California deserts are largely government land.

In Shoshone, CA (Population 31) Gas was $5.35 a gallon for the cheap stuff. The average national price in the US was $2.85.




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