The wind picked up by 9 so I went to the lee side of the house for relief, but it was hot and clearly the choice spot for flies. They made a racket buzzing around my head, but it was an ant that bit me. Ultimately the dangers to us are few, sunburn probably ranking the highest. No matter how settled John and I feel in Two Dot, the fact remains that we are supported by our urban endeavors while the real local dangers are economic. Will the weather support the ranching life that has been the sustenance of the arid west for over a hundred years? These are realities we only know from the outside. We have empathy, but not experience. Is this where we hit a wall, never becoming local? Or is it possible that we are part of a new West? John telecommutes to work and my creative process is supported by very same resources that support ranching.
