A New Blog to Visit!

So I haven't been completely faithful... I'm writing another blog.

No, it's not more important than you, don't worry. Nothing could replace you!

Yes, when I said I was at work, I was actually with the other blog.

Ok, you can see it, but don't get jealous!

It's at sheridanrestore.blogspot.com.

It's just beginning, so don't expect too much! Tomorrow the postings here and there will be the same.

How Do You Know You're in Wyoming Part 2

Just a pheasant, just standing in someone's lawn.

Wildlife is not just an occasional, but constant, varied and sometimes worrying part of my daily commute.

I'm not quite sure what to do if I ever accidentally kill the wild turkey who insists on coming towards the truck because I am apparently threatening his harem by trying to drive on the road.

The whitetail was happily eating in someone's yard when I stopped to take a picture. He took off when I rolled down the window, but stopped running and started eating again once I started driving again.

Coal Train

Fortunately I turn right just before the tracks.

How Do You Know You're in Wyoming Part 1

Yep, that's regular unleaded for under $2 per gallon. Not the always the lowest in the nation, but always one of them!

And no, dad, I was not driving and taking photos at the same time, or, ok, sort of, but I was already slowing down to stop!

Second Impressions

View from the house to the Bighorn Mountains

So the day after I complain the weather clears up! I wish all my wishes were atmospherically respected.

First Impressions

So Sheridan hasn't been very welcoming.

Don't get me wrong, the people are friendly, they're great, actually, really warm (and that's everybody, I've had random people on the side of the road smile at me as I drove by (should I be paranoid?)).

But the weather has not been warm, to say the least.

But I'm promised that spring comes to this land too and that someday (hopefully soon!) I will actually get to see the tops of the mountains.

Snow dripping off pine needles.

Expectations

I'm still getting settled in here at the new job and home, so I thought I'd provide some entertainment before your weekend.

In Nicaragua, I was often surprised at how little was considered normal. No ceiling (just a corrugated metal roof), no kitchen cabinets (no oven either), no sink in the bathroom (and no running water during most of the day).

But then I'm reminded that those things weren't always normal here either. Just after WWII a home in Levittown averaged 750 SF. I probably don't have to tell you, that's not average anymore.

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