It’s totally my fault for not buttoning up the house. I have several places where any critter can get access to the crawl space. So, they’ve moved in whoever they are, and BB is going crazy trying to figure out who/what it is. I think she is worried they may make their way inside.
Outside my front door.
I guess it’s not summer anymore. The once-endless days of sunshine and warmth have given way to a cool, crisp breeze and the changing colors of the leaves. The air is filled with the aroma of burning wood and the distant sound of geese flying south.
The world changed a few days ago. OpenAI released ChatGTP, a conversational AI open to everyone. It’s blowing minds everywhere.
It’s been 3 long years since the last Plumas Homegrown Americana Festival. One year was canceled due to Covid, the next due to the Dixie Fire. This year it was hot but we pulled it off and it was fun! I have my own section of the festival with a stage as well as several pop-up tents for work/play shops. Rickety Bridge on Barky’s Stage
Dragging BB around in a trailer behind an e-bike. I borrowed this bike and trailer, ‘cause I want to build or buy my own. Thinking about possible different configurations. This could be a new, fun hobby for us!
Plumas County is commemorating the one-year anniversary of the Dixie Fire. I’m organizing and MCing the Friday night event which is a show and tell for locals to express their sentiments about their experience of the fire in song, dance, prose, etc.
Photo from 2008 ‘Twas fun. We worked on our tunes, which we’ve accumulated over the years. My favorite from last night was probably Cricket On The Hearth into Sadie At The Backdoor.
I just started playing at JJ in E. Quincy. Solo (so far), 6:30ish Background music. Vocals. Experimental.
