a bit of snow on the ground yesterday morning...it was all melted in a few hours
it was colder this morning at around 17 degrees...all you can do is "handle your business"...when i crawl out of "beggers tomb" I make hot beverage and turn on the truck crank up the heater cook and eat some breakfast...then packed up the truck in about 4 hours and head into town...11 days in the forest...saw pronghorn, chipmunks, kaibab squirrels, robins, juncos and a bluebird kept me company for a few days,,,the raven friend visited several times a day to see if i had a spare mouse or chipmunk...what with the cold temperatures virtually no flies or mosquitoes...cold is survivable...heat is not...
seems there was another lame-brain with delusions of being an assassin...knives!?...this guy needs to be stood up in front of a firing squad within a month or so...i saw where on this date of april 28 Mussolini the Italian fascist leader was shot dead along with his girlfriend...i wish more people knew the definition of what a fascist is since the term gets used a hell of a lot incorrectly.
going to write more later as i am fatigued after an early morning wake-up and a full day of laundry and groceries etc etc etc…
“I met an elephant friend of mine, I said to him, “You’re looking fine” He mentioned that he had lost some weigtht And i asked him to breakfast at half past eight That sounds good but now i must run And for breakfast I like a hot buttered bun Of course I like two buckets of grain And a bale of hay, that should be plain Half a barrel of water should be quite enough I’m on a diet and it’s been pretty tough I’ll be there tomorrow and we’ll have some fun But perhaps I’ll forgo that hot buttered bun….
i will call this poem “The elephants diet”….i came across a musician/poet online last week name jesse welles who writes a lot of songs in the style of Dylan/Prine etc etc and he wrote one called “Fat” to chastise the many chubby folks…his song called “Weed: has some pretty interesting lyrics not often heard …”give air a chance…."

