Monday, March 7, 2016

Notes From The Canyon



Heavy, wet snow fell this morning and melted more or less right away. 


I have a lot of gravel on my property and the other day I dug up some and put it in the wheelbarrow and dragged it up the hill. Nothing is flat land around here, or so it seems. I dumped it outside my door, next to the gravel Glenn put there a while ago. It looks like it will hold and help me get into the Jeep without stepping in the mud. Believe me, you don't ever want to step in deep mud! 


The other day, when I was waiting for Mary and her cousin, I socialized with my neighbors. 


Mary's cousin came to visit and we took another trip to enjoy the wildflowers.  It's just gorgeous down the mountain now with yellow, orange, blue and white flowers covering the fields and hillsides. We stopped a few times, but for the rest of the trip I sat in the backseat and the pictures through the window didn't come out all that clear. 


Fields and fields of flowers.


More flowers, mostly fiddlenecks and poppies from what I read in our local paper.


With some white and blue flowers mixed in. 


Other than that, I have done what old folks do: seen doctors, been tested for breathing issues, messed up my computer by allowing myself to get hacked. This resulted in a lesson learned and meeting a very nice computer guy who came and made sure everything got fixed. It feels good to have met him, so now I have someone to call on if I have any questions or problems in the future.


Fortunately, I didn't lose any money, but I had to close my Credit Union account, which I've had since the credit union at UCLA was located in a trailer, computers were new and very slow, creating long lines of customers waiting to be served. Ah, nostaligia for times past, long lines and all......


Fortunately, they will assign a new account to me remotely so I don't have to come in, a trip of over 100 miles one-way. 


We drove by a beautiful part of this area. Large homes, beautiful fences and gates, and statues even. 


The dogs are OK. Samson is now a serious guard dog and considers himself the man of the house, sleeping on the couch, barking at everything, not listening to the woman of the house. 


Faith is growing up, calming down, and becoming a wonderful dog. She is the happiest dog I have ever known. It is a joy to share my life with both of them. 










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