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I danced the ghost dance in the warm pool this afternoon. The buoyancy of the water relieves the pressure and pain from my knees, allowing me to move gracefully and laterally.

It reminds me of who I once was, and what my body did. When my mind clears with the fluid movement I am reminded that not far from here on the side of a lake they danced the first ghost dance - in a time now lost to us all.

It is quiet in the mountains with the occasional hawk leisurely patrolling his realm.

I have been working hard to repair the damage done to The Lady's lawn. The irrigation system had been chewed in a bunch of places and as a result I have had to resod large portions of the lawn.

It is dry and all the animals can smell the water, so I built them a little ground level drinking fountain with stone and a two foot bowl.

Hopefully they will drink here and not chew my repaired 5/8” plastic water feed line. Already we have seen a family of quail with the little fuzzballs swimming in the fountain and the male watching for hawks. There are tons of rabbits around her property but I have yet to see them drink.

A few nights ago we heard the coyotes playing near our window in the night and we found a disemboweled rabbit in the back yard one morning as a little gift.

She borders the BLM land and it is beautiful up on the hillside overlooking the world with all the high desert wildlife passing in parade.

As you can imagine we have been absorbed in the British Open for the last four days.

We decided to come into town Saturday night so that we could have room service this morning. It was a very wise move. We were up at 5 and enjoyed the luxury of having breakfast delivered without missing any of the golf.

God bless Ernie and his family, and Adam will have other chances to win.

We had both cars so she was able to go to church and I, as is my wont, headed to the mountains in the truck.

There is a watermelon on ice in the bed and I intend to soak until late tonight. The hot water is the greatest analgesic there is for my legs.

It has become a bit of a habit of mine to drive back early in the morning with a cup of 7-11 coffee and a nice Maduro to enjoy the trip.

Summer is moving along and I continue to jam all the life possible into each day. I hate everything about winter and dread the thought of the coming darkness.