I haven’t blogged lately because I was in Marfa to celebrate the birth of my second grandson. The miracle of birth is a beautiful but painful and messy experience and I am amazed at the resilience and awareness of a newborn child. When I held that little boy in my arms, I was filled with wonder. During the week that I was with my daughter, husband and four-year old grandson, I felt a grand sense of family and continuance and when I returned to the ranch, my life seemed empty and senseless. So I spent the week doing stupid things like trying to unlock someone else’s white pickup in the parking lot of a shopping center, putting my prescription eye drops in the wrong eye and trying to open the bump gate with an automatic gate opener. Perhaps I should go back to Marfa and concentrate on being a grandmother.