10:32 P.M. 01/01/2011

It's New Years Day, 2011, yawn. No big celebrations here. I cleaned the house, fixed meals, did laundry, and chatted with our friends Montana Charlie and his wife Lisa. Charlie has a few books of cowboy poetry that he has written and today he decided to come over and give Paul and I a few verbal renditions of his favorites. As Charlie has lived everything he writes, it is truly interesting to listen to his stories. Cowboy stories set in the 70's and 80's for the most part, or at least that's what I suspect. Some of his poems have a bit of raunchy (no I do not mean ranch like) bits to them, but they are all colorful and entertaining. I plug my ears if he gets to going about the ladies, which in turn brings out a stubborn need for Charlie to continue on with the trash talk just a bit more. Thankfully he never gets to out of hand with the add on tidbits of information about those blushing parts, but still, I am never comfortable with any type of sexual written content. Voyeurism by the writer in my opinion, not something that I think is ever worth the mention to decent Christian readers. I made tuna sandwiches and added pear slices as a reward for their visit. It's rare that anyone comes by out here. I am acquainted with a lot of people in this small community, but I really don't know them at all. Mainly a lot of Hi's, how are you's, and let's have tea, etc. which never seems to happen. I think Christmas Valley people get use to spending most of their time alone, and it's a big thing to get out of their yards to go visit a neighbor, or a new member of their church. Either that or most folks that we have recently met consider Paul and I "California City Slickers' who moved out here for thrills, but will move back to where ever we came from as soon as we find out there's not going to be a Starbucks or a fancy restaurant out here anytime soon. I've had a few folks suggest just this thing to me in their slight off handed remarks made during those brief encounters at the cafe, post office, or the hardware store. Truth be told, they would be right if I had my own way, but Paul thinks he has found Paradise in this high desert town. I figure I did something to make God annoyed enough to send me to the desert for a while just to teach me a lesson on patience, long suffering, and loving my husband even when he forgets that this is a "duo" relationship. He figures if he's happy then I'm happy, and he's pretty good at convincing me of that most of the time...till I see a nice t.v. picture of a warm beach, a palm tree, and a nice chair set up to sit in the sun.

Well, I think I've expressed my thoughts about this auspicious day quite enough. It's 11:05 and I want to check my Facebook page one more time before I go to bed. I do not for the life of me know why I am so addicted to Facebook...well, it could be because I am just fascinated with people and what they think...Kenny if you are my only reader of this blog, I hope you enjoy it. And...you owe me $50.00! Love you...