Last night we had Alice to dinner; Alice is 78 years old and leathery as a working bridle, with bright black eyes that are always laughing. She is bright of soul, having been through six hells in her many years. She is a wrangler and a rider and a lover of beaten dogs and good horses.

I served a nice dinner of brown rice with vegetables and nuts, broiled bison flank steak, red wine and salad.

It was nice sipping wine and talking to Alice. I sang her "Buffalo Skinners" and we talked about all sorts of things. Then she went home and we washed all the dishes so we would not have to deal with them in the morning.