The other day we drove down to Bakersfield and came upon a sandstorm.
While the Wrangler is good for our rough terrain, it is a bummer in a storm. You can't hear a word, but I heard Canada several times. That's from my hubby's mouth, but that's all I heard.
When we drove back home, I asked. He said he's been dreaming of going to Canada; he said he's so disappointed in the past two non-winters we've had; he said he doesn't need another two months in the spring and two in the fall to have to worry about rattlesnakes. Of course we are not going to Canada, or anywhere else, but I must admit a fascination on my part with all those shows from Alaska that are currently swamping our TVs. So cool, so crisp, such good air quality, so many rivers, so much SNOW!
This led me to think about how we adapt. I have come to love this desert landscape, but the drought worries me. Groundwater is being contaminated and will there be enough, how long will this drought last, and how will I be able to survive even longer and hotter summers? What about Samson, this is not good for him.
I had a busy week ahead, but fortunately, two doctors rescheduled my appointments. Now I just have Diabetes Support Group tomorrow and another CERT training session on Saturday. I don't remember if I posted about my training to become part of a Community Emergency Response Team. I went once last fall and then took that class over again earlier this month. Since we live so isolated here,I think it's a good idea to learn what to do, how to help, and also to meet a few neighbors. I'm enjoying it a lot.
Dee asked if Samson got baths, or how come he stays so white. He gets baths in the summer. The rest of the year I brush him, more or less every day, a little. He does not go for long sessions and he will not let me touch his tail or rear. Hubby does that -- or not. Right now, it is a mess and I'm picking at it a little at a time. We're having arguments, my boy and I.