I do love these tidy plastic bags in which used tires are returned these days. In the process I tidied up the woodshed and gathered up two bags of recyclables...
I put the bagged recyclables in my car with the intention of taking them to the dump, but the weather changed and we actually had a little rain, probably not measurable but better than nothing. By the time it was over it was past 4 p.m., closing time for the dump, so I took the smelly bags out of the car and put them back in the woodshed to prevent wild animals from tearing them open during the night.
This morning I loaded the bags back into the car, along with the water jugs, and a tote bag containing some reading materials to mail to my brother convalescing from knee surgery...
...and Dixie...
...and off we went on our errands. Got the materials I'd printed off the internet mailed to my brother separately from two books sent book rate. Nederland has some very nice new federal and municipal buildings. This is the post office...
Then we drove to the dump. Closed on Wednesdays! Why Wednesdays? I guess because they're open on Saturdays. Drove back to Caribou Canyon Road. Good news. The road crew had been working on the road and had almost all of the washboard ironed out...
I think they must have wet it down first. I don't think we had this much rain...
I saw the piece of heavy equipment they were using on the trip up to the spring, but it was gone by the time I came back. It was a huge roller and appeared to also have a blade under the roller. Anyway, it did the trick so I didn't have to worry about stressing my temporary bumper fix.
On the way home, I stopped at the library. Here's the new library. It opened just a year ago January...
I had run out of library books a couple of days ago but was just finishing a used paperback I'd purchased at a little thrift store in Longmont earlier in the week. It is called Black Sand by William J. Caunitz, published in 1989. That name was familiar and I see he was a former New York City detective and also wrote One Police Plaza. I remember reading that. I couldn't find any of his books at the library and see from the internet that he died of pulmonary fibrosis in 1996 at the age of 63. So unfortunate that his voice was stilled. I enjoyed this book and it made me realize he wrote a distinct style of cop novel that no one else is quite pulling off these days.
I just checked out Jimmy Buffett's A Salty Piece of Land and Alex Berenson's The Ghost War. Those should keep me occupied for a few days and I'll try to remember to let you know how I enjoyed them.
Closing out with a photo I took earlier in the week. I may have to use this one on my Halloween cards this year. Those are clouds even though it looks like smoke. Don't even think smoke!
Is the weather dry where you are? Teddee
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