Today was the highest wind day of this storm front yet. The storm brought in some pretty cool looking clouds over the mountain, but it became clear as it was coming over the mountain, it wasn’t just a cloud. We ran around our camp getting things ready for the rain, and got in the truck just as the rain was beginning. I think it ended up being more like a little slushy balls than rain.
As the rain started to fall and we were in the truck, the air in the truck seemed unbearably bad. I grabbed a couple of things that I had picked up off the table and threw them out of the truck. We drove over to Socorro to go to Walmart, and we had to wait in a line because only 75 customers are allowed in Walmart at a time in NM. We stood in line without our masks on, and as we approached the door the lady in front of me turned around and asked me why I didn’t wear my mask. I told her it was because it makes me sick. While we’re detoxing from of the built-up toxins from the years from mold exposure, our breath is one of the ways our body is getting rid of them. When we are breathing closely recycled air through a mask or a face covering of some sort, everything seems bad like I’m in a moldy building. Even when I comply and put the dumb mask on, I don’t pull it over my nose because I get too sick from it. I remember early on arguing with my mentor about buildings being bad that he said were good. The reason they seemed bad was because I was wearing my mask.
The good news is on the way home, the air was so much better. My guess is that tomorrow I’ll get out of the tent and declare the air here is so awesome like I did the day after the last wind storm. We’re learning that in New Mexico, if there is a 10% chance of rain, you’re almost always going to get it, but just a little bit.
Welda the lets us go over to her aunt’s house to shower. The first day that we went to check it out, there was an orange and white long-haired cat. The first time we went to take showers, there was a short haired white and orange cat. I really thought I remembered a long-haired cat, but Wesley thought it was short haired so I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Yesterday we went over to shower and that long-haired cat was running away from the front door. I walked into the kitchen and lo and behold both cats live there. That made sense in my brain. Tonight I walk in thinking if I called kitty, kitty, one of the two cats will come. No, a different cat came, and I never saw the other two. It was so super friendly and loves to be petted. It even laid outside the shower waiting for me to finish so I could pet it more. We get to see Larry, the cat we freed out of the house yesterday, again on thanksgiving. Unless Good leads differently bt now and then, we’re planning to bring him home with us. I never thought I’d be excited to have a cat. ? The best part about cats vs dogs when living on a ranch. I don’t have to train the cat to not chase cattle.