COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 44023.32

Combating boredom.

Still quiet here in Denver. The heat wave, normal for this time of year, has kept me in the shade and slurping lots of water. The poor dogs don’t want to stay outside for more than 15 minutes, preferring instead to lay on the couch in the nice cool air conditioning.

Been catching up on yard work. Keeping the flowers watered. Don’t want no dead flowers decorating the yard.

Happy thought inventory.

Off to the mountains tomorrow. The moose are waiting for me to take their photo.

Slacker status.

Made the run to Petsmart yesterday to pick up some dog treats. I don’t care for them but the dogs would gnaw my arm off for one. As normal, I get behind some old fart slacker at the checkout who wasn’t wearing a mask. Didn’t say anything but I kept a good 10 feet from the dullard. Everyone else in the store seemed to be in tune with reality. I sent an email to Petsmart corporate explaining why I won’t be shopping there in the future since they refuse to enforce the “wear a mask” ordinance in place by the city and county. I can buy dog treats on the internet, which I think I’ll start doing. I’m not going to risk my families health over dog treats.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 44021.67

Combating boredom.

It has been very quiet here this week, thus no log entries considered. Trudy is at the cabin with mom. I’m here at home in Littleton with the dogs. The daily temps have been in the 90’s so it’s a bit warm to spend much time on the porch except for early mornings and late in the day.

I did manage to get the lawn mowed and trimmed today. The drought is beginning to affect the grass. I’d bump up the watering times but it’s a futile effort. We need some rain. I think I saw a news article that said Colorado has more square mileage of drought conditions than any state at the moment. I don’t doubt it.

Been keeping the television off and the music on now that I’m a bachelor (sorta.) Somewhere in time I had to abandon playing music with other people in the house. It’s nice to have my time for listening. Keeps my mood in order.

Happy thought inventory.

Loading up the camera bag for my first week of moose photography this year. Only a few more days of waiting. Bummer I can’t do group outings this year but I’m looking forward to getting up to 10,000 feet and out of the heat.

Slacker status.

No excursions into Zombieland today.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 44018.64

Combating boredom.

It’s looking like we have the classic early July heat waver again this year. July is the most predictable of all the months. Blue skies, 95% =/- 5%.

I’ll be bacheloring it this week with the dogs. Trudy and mom are going to the cabin. I stay home and scratch my fleas until Monday, then I go up with the camera gear and start moose photography for the summer.

We spent some time in the hot tub last night. Perfect temp, perfect water, perfect company. Slept like a baby last night.

Happy thought inventory.

Any other year and I’d be on the mountain photographing mountain goats. Not happening this year. No access, so here’s a photo from better days.

Moose. That’s all I can think about right now.

Slacker status.

No excursions into Zombieland today.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 44017.68

Combating boredom.

It’s Sunday. That means a bighorn photo is in order.

The day after, July 5th. Last night was a bit of a nerve-racking experience. With virtually no local public fireworks available to attend, it seems like a lot of people compensated by driving to Wyoming to buy their own. I like watching firework displays as much as the next adolescent boy, but last night was way out there in bizarro land. The local noise makers were at it sporadically all day yesterday and by night fall it was a full blown concerto of explosions and the smell of gunpowder, from every direction. The local news had helicopter video showing the metro area lit up across the horizon with starbursts. It didn’t let off until around midnight.

Our dogs couldn’t get out for a poop break for four hours. Every time they thought the could go out, a bomb or four exploded nearby and they boogied straight through the back door to hide behind mom’s recliner with her standing guard. Torture for the poor animals, pure torture. We’re lucky they didn’t poop on the carpet.

I’ve lost interest in the practice. I’ve seen enough and the ooooh – aaaah just isn’t there anymore. I still have all my fingers and enough photos that all look the same to consider myself done with it. I didn’t even attempt to drag out my old “how to photograph fireworks” article this year. It’s not rocket science.

Happy thought inventory.

It’s raining. Right now, it’s raining hard. Were in a drought now and boy, do we need the rain.

Slacker status.

No excursions into Zombieland today. Did I mention it’s raining?

No first-responder activity to report, even after world war III last night. I did hear a few screaming sirens out on the road at a distance. I hope they found those missing fingers in the dark.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.