Thanks for your comments on my last post, which had been preset to be posted. Living here alone, it becomes even more meaningful to hear from you.
You haven't heard back from me because I fell a while back. With all the soft earth to land on here, of course I ended up with about half of me, all of my left side and both knees, on the large extra piece of concrete I had Oscar, the concrete man, install below my little front door porch a few years back.
Both my knees and my left hand and arm got pretty banged up, so I've rested and now I feel much better. I went to Walmart Pickup the other day and also to the vet to pick up medicine for Samson and to the post office to clear out my mailbox. So all is well again. I've taken a few walks with the dogs, but the winds here are impossible right now.
This is how it looked this morning. The lights are reflections from my living room lights. As I write this now, he wind is howling again and has cleared out the fog.
But I must clear something up: So many comments were about the coming of spring. Yes, spring is the loveliest season here, I so agree. But spring is followed by summer, a season I loved in Sweden, disliked in Princeton (humidity), and liked in Los Angeles, close by the ocean.
Here, however, it's really no fun for me. Too hot, too windy, too scary with ever increasing threats of wildfires. I used to count 100 days, which went from July 1 to October 8. Then I stopped and now I try to just live through it. Making the best of it, as the saying goes. And Samson feels the same way, exactly.
I'm hooked up to my new pump and I believe we will get on just fine. Once I found the right training booklet, the one with the step by step instructions, I programmed it and was ready to use it, but needed to be officially trained first. As it turned out, Kathy was supposed to train me and did once we got in touch. She's just the best. And I'm now using the new pump with confidence.
Have a great Sunday my friends.
