The most important news — for those of you who’ve been on tenterhooks since I let you know there are little mammals swimming in the ponds at the Refuge — the San Luis Valley Refuges people got back to me telling me it’s a muskrat, that they’re very common in wetlands. Lois and I watched them some more yesterday.
We were a little disappointed that the little beings were muskrats and then realized that out bias against muskrats and for river otters came from that horrible song that came out sometime in our youth, that song would be (cringe) “Muskrat Love.” Should I encroach on your peace of mind by ending this post with a YouTube link to that song? Muahahahah….
Yesterday our wandering took us first to the museum where I collected $30 and could take Lois for lunch. Before lunch I took her to the river — Del Norte has a pretty walkway along the Rio Grande. It was a gorgeous day (I’m started to wonder about my obsession with snow…)
After lunch we headed out to the Christmas craft fair at the Nazarene Church. I had mixed feelings about that since the anit-vax/mask contingent is powerful in that subculture but I’m glad we went. I saw friends and bought some soap that wasn’t made for cleaning brushes but is excellent for brush cleaning. Lois did Christmas shopping. It was nice to see all the table set up and people trying very hard to regain their footing in this strange world. I was actually able to suspend my frustration long enough…
Then we took Bear out for a walk. Lois described the Refuge as “meditative,” and that’s exactly the word.
Our walk was followed by the Monte Vista Christmas Parade which was even more lame than usual. I don’t mind the lameness; it’s part of its beauty. It was roughly 4 city vehicles and 3 business trucks, no floats. Still it was there and even though it was clearly orchestrated by the Mayor (Mr. Anti-vax demonstrator) it was still cool to see kids on the street waving at Santa. There were only three horses — two painted quarter horses and a mini. A few people were walking in the parade with their dogs.
Small towns are small towns and a small town that’s been through what we’ve all been through for the past two years, needs time to heal.
Then I made Lois a really awful dinner of canned split pea soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and that was more or less a wrap.