A little later I walked a bit around the neighborhood. The Buckhorn looks like this from the street:
Across the street is this sign:
It's a beauty, I think. Especially the spelling of "finally".
I peeked behind that wall that has the sign about menudo and posole, and lo!
I found the pool! The color of it didn't look quite right to me so I didn't go for a swim.
Just down the street from the Buckhorn is the grocery market. It's a general store, actually, the kind I dearly love. Everything is in there. I bought a beach towel to use in Bullet's carrier as an alternate to the small blanket. I could have bought window curtains, plumbing fixtures, freshly-cooked chicken, even a slice of pizza. I think if I worked there I would be exploring. I know where the bathroom is, too, on top of the stairs. On the outside the store looks like this:
The store is at the far end. The end closest, with the "general merchandise" sign, is empty. It used to be an antique store. How long, I keep wondering, will this place be allowed to remain? How long before the infection that has started with two new houses reaches the main drag and tears it all down? I hope it's a while. A long while.
I went back to my room.
The evening before I had sat in that chair and listened to the birds singing, feeling the cool breeze.
I left at about 8:30 or so. My chance to do some exploring, which I will do here later.