Petroglyphs Sunset

This photo is a reprise of the same sunset previously featured in the “Desert Sunset” post. It is also the same locale, Three Rivers, just from a different point of view. It was a beautiful sunset, and bears repeating. The following bulleted items will have to pass for today’s news and views.

• There was another opportunity to hit the beach again, but it went to someone else. Beach you ask? I’m talking about New Mexico, sand, white sand at that, sun, plenty of sun. Water, you ask? Yes, we have water in the desert, both kinds, bottled and tap. You can drink the bottled water, but not the tap, because the tap water is laced with arsenic.
• Likewise Anne missed out on a night in the museum, next month. This year’s sixth grade field trip is to Chicago and features a night in the Field Museum. I wonder if Ben Stiller will be there? Anyway, at least she doesn’t have to worry about trying to sleep on the museum’s hard marble floors.
• Anne has gotten all flexuous since I have returned. She joined a student-teacher yoga class at school. Last week was her first session. All of the adults hang out towards the back of the room, with the students in the front. I on the other hand am working on burled oak, for the embodiment of my physicality.
• Finally, Anne got switched today, from elementary school art class to third grade to cover for a teacher with stomach flu. Then one kid went home after throwing up. I’m so glad that Valentine’s Day is over now, blown kisses and virtual hugs are no where as romantic as the real thing. After the sick kid left, there was still some bellyaching about school work.
• “I’m going to say this to the world”, was a snippet of a phone conversation that I overheard this morning. I was in Starbucks, waiting for my frothy beverage to be served. It was uttered by a Clayton businessman, frothy beverage already in one hand and cell phone pressed against his ear in the other. He made this statement as he walked by me, on his way out the door. What he was going to say to the world, I have not a clue, but I was struck by his unusual phrase. Usually, I would say something like, “I’m going to tell everyone.” Everyone, being my small circle of acquaintances. His phrase smacked of pretentiousness, but isn’t this what I try to do every day on this blog, say something to the world?
• I was walking by a large flat screen TV that was tuned to Fox News, when I overheard one of the talking heads telling the other talking heads, “The despised President Obama, …” Since when does fair and balanced news reporting include the use of epithets? On any other blog writing night, this would be enough of a spark for a major political crank off, but tonight it comes too late to mind, to be more than a winter night’s farcicle.