Monday, September 26, 2022

Aimless Wandering


If you are afflicted this post may not suit you as it is an aimless ramble.

352 Miles

The company that employees me as an agent often can’t find people willing to travel outside their self imposed comfort zone. Me? If the money is right I will go most anywhere. Monday was a trip through Northeast Colorado and the Nebraska Panhandle, returning by way of Cheyenne.

Highway 34/Weld County Road 49

Blocked this morning by  truck vs car crash. Not uncommon and I know the detours so my delay was minimal.


Being dead center in the oil patch, and the only place for miles, this place does a brisk business. They make their own burritos in the back and I’m a sucker. The food plan goes out the window.

Pawnee National Grasslands

Bladder call, and I noticed this plant in the ditch. There were several along the road. I can’t remember noticing one before and I don’t know what it is. Any ideas?

Chimney Rock

Alongside the highway between Bridgeport and Gering/Scottsbluff this was an important landmark for wagon train travelers. I’m too cheap to pay the $20 admission to view it close up.

Good Excuse

When nobody answers the door I leave an envelope taped to the door with the owner(s) name and stamped CONFIDENTIAL.  As I was taking my notes a young lady across the street, retrieving her garbage cans called out, “Sir, you won’t get a response. He passed away”. Just a guess on my part but that might be why the payments are in arrears.

Things seen

There is always something interesting to see in most small towns.

Banner News

Now ten years old, he has a lot of gray hair. Next month is his annual physical. Poor dog, he will require several shots and a new rabies shot. Along with a year’s supply of heart worm medicine, it won’t be a cheap visit. He is worth it.

Delayed Hike

I think we will wait for colder weather before exploring this area.

Should you make it this far, thank you for reading. Perhaps the muse may visit me and something more pointed will get written, probably political.

I feel blessed that I can still, at 78, do useful and productive work. The knees hate stairs and the bladder rules the clock but I can still work around the challenges.


RHT447 said...

Heh. And don't buy half-ripe bananas. I'm not quite to that point yet, and yes, most grateful for all that I can still do. Am currently on the backside of dealing with some prostate issues. Bladder indeed.

Don't sweat the muse. A post let's us know you are still in the fight, which brightens our day.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

Thank you. COVID b.s. kept me from dealing with the prostrate issue far too long. Greatest news was not a trace of cancer.

Sisty said...

The plant is Milkweed.

Greybeard said...

Sisty's correct.
Monarch Butterfly food.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

Should have shown you the picture first.
Thanks for the link.

Old NFO said...

We're eating the salad from the top down, that's good! And Banner will keep you young!

Well Seasoned Fool said...

Banner. Always polite, even when he is being a pain.

drjim said...

I was going to say "milkweed", but Sisty beat me to it! We used to break the stems and squeeze out the "milk". I think it can be used for synthetic rubber.

Banner is a Good Dog. One of the nicest I've met. I could tell he was "on guard", but still a friendly polite dog.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

I'm mildly embarrassed I didn't know about milkweed. I've likely seen it over the years and spaced it out.

Banner bring such joy to my neighbors in this building. His one bad habit is lunging when he thinks a "treat" is in the offing. He never jumps on people but is so strong he can pull me off my feet.

jeff d said...

milkweed floss (the seed fluff, in the pods) was used in ww2 to fill life jackets. it did not work well. heartworm medicine is used for many reasons these days. It works well.

Wild, wild west said...

If you wander far enough to your southeast, WSF, the Park Service has the Sand Creek Massacre site up and running and much of it is within a relatively short walk of the parking areas. On dirt roads but still worth a lookit, I thought. Between Eads and Sheridan Lake, then north of Chivington, may his name be cursed.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

I've been in the area. There is some doubt as to the actual location. Alternate view. Black Kettle was giving shelter and aid to the renegade Indians. Horses and mules with iron shoes were found in the camp along with Caucasian scalps. Did that justify the attacks?

Well Seasoned Fool said...

Didn't know that about milkweed but then I don't kow diddly about milkweed. Need to study it. Distemper and heartworm are the most common affliction of pets and mine won't get it if I can help it.