Deadly, dangerous, and devastating.
When I get back to Denver in a couple of days, it should be a very easy month. I have a prescription to refill, which I hope I can do by calling the VA. In mid-October, I have an appointment to get hearing aids fitted. I'm getting the ones designed for close-up hearing, so the trumpet is considerably smaller than the ones for hearing at a distance. I need to change the oil and the fuel filter in the truck before I leave for my winter travels, and I believe that's all I need to do in October. Ordinarily, I would use that free time to take a mini-vacation, but diesel fuel prices are still keeping me fairly close to home.
This year's trip to Arizona should be interesting, since I have to limit the miles I drive because diesel fuel is even higher in Arizona than in Denver, and I may or may not have to deal with the ramifications of the deadly, dangerous, and wholly devastating El Niño. I believe the fear of El Niño has reached a point where people now blame it for global warming.
I'll probably leave Colorado and head to Arizona sometime after Halloween, depending on the weather, of course. I'm not sure right now if I want to head south all the way through New Mexico or take I-40 at Albuquerque into Arizona, since New Mexico is having some pretty bad weather with lots of flooding, and even though I was looking forward to going through New Mexico, I'm not sure if that's the best plan. So it looks like, as is usual with my plans, I will probably wait till I'm driving away and go wherever I feel like at the moment.
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Poking my head out the door this morning, I was thrilled to see blue skies again. It was still quite chilly, but the sun was out, and the sky was blue, so everything seemed right with the world.
The killing field. Used to, when I came to Pete's a lot in the springtime, I would always find deceased livestock lying around, mostly cattle, sometimes a wild donkey. They were usually victims of a bear or mountain lion, but sometimes, if they were young, a coyote got them; maybe it was just too cold, or they were sick and couldn't handle the stress. One thing livestock seldom does is die of old age. If they start slowing down a little bit, like me. Can't hear as well, like me. Can't see as well, like me; then the mountain lions get them.... Hopefully not like me.
A little bit of the high country looms out of the fog.
I thought I felt a little chilly last night. This morning, there was a lot of frost in the shade at the base of the mountains. I reckon I’ll have to throw another blanket on the bed.