I'd rather have the Truth: Truth and consequences in New Mexico

Most T or C dumpsters are more permissive. These two are just having a bad day.

Hillsboro, New Mexico

Same German tourist?  I'm not alarmed.

For no particular reason, on Friday night I broke my foot. Three times. Through the fog of pain I thought things like "this is worse than labor," which shows you how delirious I was. My duck-luck was holding, though, and I wasn't alone; my friend took care of everything, and "everything" was A LOT. I'm not going to go into detail, but pain does weird things to a body.

So, now I'm on crutches waiting for my orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning in Las Cruces. My previous plan was Florida, so we'll see what kind of magic cast they can put on my flipper so I can drive cross-country.

Colorful Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

I'm enjoying this time off the road, so I'm taking pictures from the street.

Esme

Her Majesty sleeps on the bed and bites feet. When she's not on the street.

Parked in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

I haven't traveled in the last week; I've been enjoying the comforts of sticks 'n' bricks in a tiny town. I'll be here another month, maybe.

I took a friend down to Caballo Lake State Park with me, where Annie had a carload of stuff for me that I can use very well in the cabin. Stuff, in fact, that I was just about to buy from Amazon, so double-yay! Next to (one of) Annie's campsites was the winner in the Pets I Take Camping event.

"Llama! Over here!"
"I shall ignore you."
"Llama!"
"I spit at your attention!"

My duties here are very light. Turn on the automatic watering system. Spritz a few other plants. Give grape jelly and oranges to the orioles. Provide the kolibri syrup.  Cater to the cat's every whim. Last night I woke up because she had captured my foot; I caught her in the delicate "pin - lick - nibble" stage.

We saw "Godzilla" last night. Whatevs.

This is my report from an actual house. For more house stories as they break, tune to KEEW: Everybody Else in the World, up and down your dial.

Only one thing?

Someone once said "Do one thing every day that scars you," but that was too gruesome; now we only scare ourselves.

I don't do that daily. Do you? Today it was time for a your-mother-told-you-never-to scare: I swam alone in the Rio Grande. Now that damkeepers (dam engineers?) are releasing water from the lakes, there is a gentle, but insistent, current on the river that will keep you aerobically fit just by staying in your own waterfront property.

This weekend was a painful combo of heat, crowds, noise, and other people's drifting garbage. Today ... ahhh. Goodbye, weekend screamers. Take dat noise home with you. Full-timers can be magnanimous and indulgent on weekends - enjoy your tiny respite, workers - but even we can get exhausted when things get really wild. Or, am I just speaking for myself again?

Teenagers (boys and girls) camping alone. Does that seem smart to you, or am I ... GET OFF MY LAWN!! THAT BALL IS MINE NOW!!! ... oversensitive? I was a pretty permissive parent myself.

I have a nice shot of Annie and her new digs, but I'll let her show you herself.