Oversharing. I do it.

On my way out of the park yesterday, I thought I espied another New York license plate. I hit the brakes and did one of those sunglass double-takes - yes, the tacky one - and there it was.

The owner came over to meet me later that day. Man, did she know a lot about me! Finally, I figured out she must read this blog now and then. She told me "Well, YOU blab about it!" Ha! Nailed it. What do you think: do I tell you guys too much? If "yes," I'm not sure how to stop. Is there a 12-step program for oversharers?

I don't know this woman's name, and she has a story that will drop your teeth, but I promised not to overshare her information. We come from the same stomping grounds where we both stomped for a few decades.

South Crosby Mountain, Datil. I think. Someone Datil-y can correct me.

I'll be here in T or C for a few weeks, housesitting. David admired my mad sitting skillz yesterday when I stopped over for a visit. And I'm allowed to have friends over, so tattling will get you nowhere.

Rio Grande, below Caballo Dam

It's exciting when they can release water. Me? I do it all the time.

I'm doing a thing for Annie so she can do a thing she's not telling you about yet. OMG I HAVE SOMEONE ELSE'S SECRET  I WILL NOT OVERSHARE! I WON'T!

I can't even keep my own secrets, but I'm good with yours. Be fearless.