When a real-estate agent shows you a house near this view, you pull out your checkbook and ask, “How much did you say again?”
Looks can be deceiving.
At first glance, you might think, “Hey, O’Grady’s taken his social distancing back of beyond again.”
Hey, it’s not a speedy trail run, but at least I’m bipedal again.
Nope. I took this shot from the east gutter of Camino de la Sierra NE, a wide suburban street that hugs the skirts of the Sandias, midway through a very pleasant 40-minute walk.
Six weeks after I broke my right ankle the limp is mostly gone, and the ankle itself feels like it’s regained a degree of stability. But I think it’s gonna be a while before I trust it to keep me upright in the boonies.
In the meantime, all things considered, a brisk stroll through the ’Burque ’burbs is a fine upgrade from a slow crutch around the house.
Tags: broken ankle, Sandia foothills
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April 5, 2020 at 6:41 pm |
PO’G: Glad to hear you’re continuing to mend. Best to you, Herself, HtE, and Miss Mia! Stay safe and healthy! 🙂
April 5, 2020 at 7:19 pm |
Thanks, JD. How’s tricks up north? You folks still shoveling those April showers, waiting on May flowers?
April 6, 2020 at 7:34 am |
Actually beautiful weather up this way for the next several days. Lotsa folks getting inside and outside chores done. Dallager household is about 2 months ahead on Spring cleaning and yardwork! Got a 4 hour upper body and core workout in yesterday raking pine needles. Followed that up with a 1 1/2 range of motion workout picking them up and relocating/recycling them. Hoooooah! 🙂
April 6, 2020 at 8:02 am |
Glad to hear it, JD. Folks down here doing likewise. Tons of DIY home-improvement projects going on. The next-door neighbors just took delivery of a rockpile that eventually will serve as the underpinnings for a Tuff Shed. I’ve raked some pine needles — not four hours’ worth, but still — and have mowed the lawn twice. Twice!
Plus we acquired some fresh seed for the bird feeders and hung up the hummingbird feeder. Little buggers are out there and they must be famished after their flight from Old Mexico.
April 6, 2020 at 5:46 am |
He’s agile, mobile, and hostile! Well, maybe not hostile, since all the little ones and dogs on his cul de sac think he’s cool.
April 6, 2020 at 6:06 am |
One of the worst things about this bug is having to keep our distance from the kids next door. We talk to them, of course, same as we do with everyone else. But they’re huggy little monkeys who see adults as Everests to be scaled and it’s sad that we can’t indulge them.
Lucky for them mom and dad aren’t the hands-off sorts. They give the squirts plenty of attention.
April 6, 2020 at 6:03 am |
Car Larry T, where are you?
April 6, 2020 at 7:59 am |
Well we had a nice spring weekend in Southern Wisconsin. As I’ve said before, the last few springs have been stupid, ridiculous gunny sacks of vicious, extended winter. This year, not so. Damn miraculous, if I do say so myself.
Sunny and low 50s Saturday. Warm enough to do some yard cleanup and bulb planting. Yesterday almost 60. A day of landscaping. Dug up sod, installed landscape bricks, and transplanted irises. Might be 70 here tomorrow. Of course, then back to the 40s for a few. I will be mowing the lawn next weekend.
Glad that Patrick’s on the mend. Our local munchkins have drawn chalk hearts on our driveway. The sweetness transcends the social distance. It really helps a lot for the healing, eh?
Unfortunately, it seems that Larry has quit us.
April 6, 2020 at 8:08 am |
The chalk drawings and inspirational messages seem to be A Thing®. I’ve been seeing a lot of them around the ’hood. Bless their little hearts.
It must be rough on a kid to deal with this shit. My own childhood confinements were brief solo affairs. Save for Nurse Mom, of course. And the voices in my head.
April 6, 2020 at 8:38 am |
Hoping all is well w/Larry and La Professora!!!