Winter

Here is our cat, Franklin. He's pretty disgruntled that his nice dry creekbed has filled with cold wet water.

My house in the rain

This is Mariposa, where I live. It's been raining like crazy, so the creek is really rushing. This is my house. It's not very pretty, I'm afraid.

I have also been making clothes for Asian ball-jointed dolls (which are a kind of fancy collector doll made of polyurethane resin) and selling them on Etsy. This is my favorite one so far. It's hard to tell scale from this photo, but this doll is 22 inches high.

What I've been up to

Here are some photos of the craft booth my friend Sage and I did at the Ukiah Pumpkinfest last month. (That's Sage, above.) These are my handmade dollies! I've been doing pretty well selling them--I have sold seven so far.

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

So, I am back home, and our trip is over. I have been vegging and watching a bunch of shows and hanging out in the woods. My Grandpa is doing much better and Mom is staying with my granparents while he gets better. I guess I am wrapping up the blog. Here I present a few cool shots that never made it into a blog post somehow. From the top: Antelope at a private ranch in Texas; tall skinny cacti in Van Horn, Texas; decaying angels' trumpets at Laura Plantation; coal exposed by wind erosion in New Mexico. I'll probably keep posting photos here sometimes, but not as often. Thanks to everyone who's been reading, and happy Thanksgiving!

Back in California!

We left Oatman, drove for a bit, then crossed into southern California at about 1pm (which instantly became 12pm) last Friday. We got lunch in Needles, and were headed to Bakersfield to get on I-5. We were about in Barstow when Mom got a call that my grandpa (who is doing much better now) fell down and had to go to the hospital. So instead of sleeping somewhere, we drove all the way to San Carlos (near the San Francisco airport) in one night, arriving around 1:30 in the morning. We stayed at my grandparent's for a few days, then I got a ride back (Mom is staying to help out), and now I am back home in my little house.

Oatman Burros

There's a whole herd of feral burros (17 of them, we heard) living in Oatman, and all the stores sell carrots for them. So we fed them, but not the little burritos like this one (above). They are still only having milk. The one in the close-up is named Dusty.