The Daily Chronicle 2020

Yea, it can really freak you out. 

I remember dreaming that I got shot by terrorists...the pain wasn't there, but the feeling of terror, as they lined up their gun on me, was very real in my dream. I suppose I reacted how I would have reacted had it been real, but I'll never forget that feeling.

It helps to get older when death isn't as scary as other things. Still, the thing about dreams is that you can have an irrational fear. I get angry and fight in my dreams. It's a nightmare for my wife.

I’m not a psychologist but makes you wonder what was going on in your life when this nightmare occurred. Perhaps you were at the crossroads and your subconscious was trying to tell you something? Any Freud’s on our forum?

You are to far off there.

When I moved on the outskirts of this tiny remote village, many people wondered why and who I am. This community is 92 per cent Hispano descendents of the original settlers in the early 1800s. You see, a couple of years before I arrived another gringo moved into the area. He asked people here to supply him with elk antlers, trophy mounts, meat. The local cazadores were only to happy to earn a living that way and complied in volume. Turned out, this guy was an agent of the NM Department of Game & Fish. He arrested or cited almost every adult male here. That created no end of consternation and reinforced the local belief that all outsiders are evil. 

When I showed up they thought I was a replacement and avoided me like trouble they did not need. After a while, it became clear I am no cop. Then the rumor spread I was a Drug Dealer. The local Deadheads attempted to score off me but only received a dram or two of Wild Turkey. Finally, most everyone figured out we (the wife and I) were what we seemed- two old people in search of peace and quiet. 

A couple of years later, another pair of gringos arrived. The male of the pair is an Italian American from St. Louis. He packed a 1911 everywhere he went, especially while fishing in the local creek. The federal witness relocation program became a topic of great certainty here.

So, you just never who it is that lives nearby in these parts.

I need to proof read and edit what I write. The errors were dumber than they needed to be. LOL!

So I'm not the only one that happens to. Sorry brother, wish it weren't so

Yep, “surprises” can be unpleasant. Had a friend that thought it was funny to come up on me real quiet when I was working on something in the shop, often without my hearing aids, and tap me on the shoulder. At a distance of 2 or 3 feet the end of a .45 is a very large hole to be looking down.

I was both angry and embarrassed. Probably shouldn't have but I apologized while asking him to never do that again. He never did.

I got up this morning and had breakfast, talked with the wife for a while and took a nap. Thinking about taking another one. It's a beautiful day and I haven't been outside or even gotten dressed. All of the work is catching up with me. Being 70 is a real thing.

Got the wood stove going. Something about having a fire in the stove on rainy or cold days/nights. Lived with out wood stove for about 11 years of my life never again best heat ever.

Great story John. You just can’t make this stuff up. All the best.

Warmer today, about 50°. The wind has mostly died and there is a gentle rain falling.

I tried to hook up the new washer and dryer, but the hoses on the washer wont reach over to the connections. Town is too far to just "pop in" for a little something that small. So Ill make a combined trip in the morning and get several things done at one time.

75 F and sunny today. Had to deal with a couple of eejits but I pressed on. Now I'm thinking a beer may be in order.

Lord knows that's truth, right there.