Once again it is Saturday morning; the Shop is open. Thanks for coming by.
Anemic and sporadic, but it is a monsoon, here at last. The miracle of the water-that-falls-from-the-sky on everyone.
You have to live in the arid southwest to really get it about the "miracle" part. Otherwise drought is just a word, something that happens to other people in other places far away.
So the week has been full: an abandoned puppy rescued from the parking lot of the community center/firehouse. He just might make it here; his socialization is coming along nicely, as he comes to terms with 6 cats, the peafowl family of 4, the chickens ad the fearl kittens we are trying to tame so we can deal with them.
The rattlesnake that came in too close to tolerate; first snake I have ever killed. No regrets.
The helicopter, as the annual search for "marijuana plantations" comes to town, hovering and swooping about up and down the valley in their quest for the Holy Grail of interdiction: the legendary 10 acre field of reefer that will make a suitable headline to justify the expense. Those guys all have jobs, hooked right up to the Gov't teat.
They actually HAVE found such fields before, but not here.
Oh, and we put the "new" window in for the east side of what will be the "bedroom suite" when we finally finish rebuilding this old shack. 55 bucks at Habitat for Humanity.
Show time...