Cry Wolf

It is Monday, the first day of a new August. The last of the stuff at Rhapsody Ridge was moved or dealt with today. Actually, the sense of a great hump of moving activity surmounted, came late Saturday afternoon. It's all falling into place since.

The bed is made, has a new headboard and is very comfortable...

Social Security web site isn't letting an address change happen. Something's gone wrong with it. I decided after three days of trying, to call them. It's the first time I've heard, "Your wait time will be approximately one hour and fifteen minutes".

A number of cranky things like that still await but most are done.

Today, driving here with the last of my belongings I saw a wolf!!! I almost slammed on the brakes but didn't and saved myself a rear-ending. Nevertheless, I was able to slow quickly enough to gawk and confirm my astonished wonderment seeing him or her. It was the same sort of feeling that I had when I saw the Snowy Owl and years ago the Mountain Lion. The moment they pop into view; a certain feeling--is that really what I'm seeing, really? really? and something then that says yes it truly is. They are indelible moments for me.

Friend Paula in Tucson started a twitter account called Sonoran Sketchers. She is posting the recent drawings she did and some from other's contributions of that theme. Look there for one of mine from my Tucson days--a couple more of them will be added soon, too. I'm particularly fond of the article she posted there called Sketching for Travelers: Reasons to swap your smartphone for pencil or paint.

Right now, Marge's Tiger Lilies are wonderful.