Saturday, March 21, 2009
Yeah, yeah. It's a beautiful day in Heritage Valley, but I didn't take any pictures of the oranges and orange blossoms on the trees, or the mountains wreathed in clouds.
I took a photo of this bizarre egg salad sandwich Hydra bought at Starbucks. There was a whole danged egg in the middle of it.
Yeah, I don't have any illusions that those sandwiches at the 'Bucks are made with a lot of care, but you'd think someone would have noticed a whole egg getting into a sandwich unchopped.
Starbucks is in trouble, and it's not just because they've saturated the market.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Now really. Is there a better way to spend the day than in the company of musicians?
We went in to Fillmore in the early morning for our Starbucks fix and to sit and read the Ventura County Star. The Voice came in for his daily brew and we sat and talked for quite a while.
We met up again back at the campground. Click below for a sample of The Voice's voice. Wish I'd thought to hit the video sooner!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Not sure why these particular orange trees were covered, while both younger trees and trees with blossoms on them were not covered. Thought at first it had to do with a frost threat.
It just struck me that it might have something to do with pollination, and keeping random bees from visiting.
Near Fillmore, CA, where we went to camp for the weekend. Beautiful!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Okay, so it's a day early, but it's greener than I've seen it in north eastern Los Angeles County since we moved here.
This is along the Southbound 14, heading home from my yoga class. Aaah.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Gorgeous morning over Acton Valley. It was calm, cool and damp out. Lovely.
We went to an estate sale nearby. We thought we might want a couple of things but needed to measure the space in the house. One of the three sons helping to clear out the house wrote the important dimensions on masking tape and I stuck them on my arm.
I am always fascinated by estate sales. Going into people's houses. Seeing the view from their house, which was pretty great from the other side of the 14 and around a hill from that freeway.
"We're getting rid of some of Gammy and Gampa's stuff because they don't need all of it anymore," I heard one of the sons say to his energetic 3-year-old son.
Often estate sales happen when someone dies, but I don't think this was the case. The pall of grief wasn't hanging over the sellers. And when I was looking at the remaining appliances and dinner ware laid out on the kitchen counter, I saw a print out about selling short.
Sad enough. These houses are not more than 5 or 6 years old. I'll bet the couple's investments went south. Let's give those AIG execs their bonuses for doing this to people, shall we? I can't even express how angry this makes me if I let myself think about it.
We bought a leather recliner. When two of the grown "boys" picked it up, one said, "Okay, I just got bummed."
They told us this was the chair that the dad always sat in to read, but not in a "he's in a better place" kind of way.
I assured them that it's going to sit in a corner of our bedroom with windows on both sides, and that it will be used for reading again. I think they were kind of glad that it went to people who aren't going to stick it on their porch till it rots or something.
The little one shouted "good-bye! good-bye" as we pulled out of the driveway, and the whole family was waving at us. We hurried to roll down our windows and wave back.
I took a reading break this afternoon and sat in that chair with the windows open on both sides of me. Dodger was on my knee, loving looking out over my shoulders.
It was a very good buy.