Spent several hours outside my house reading a new mystery story.
Saw a woodpecker work it's way up the trunk of the pine tree.
I also saw first a police car drive slowly down my dead end street, turn around and go back.
A little later a motorcycle cop drove by. He saw me and and waved. I wonder what is going on. Back to my mystery story.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sat outside on the patio in the afternoon, reading, listening to the birds, being quiet. The spring birds have returned and are begining to court.
Bees continue in the rosemary bushes.
The oak tree that I thought was dean now has the beginnings of green leaves. Cooked up the frozen biscuits that Tom had made on Monday night. Very good.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
soft warm day. I have found a spot outside my front door where I can sit in the sun and read and check on what is happening in the neighborhood.
Talked to a young neighbor who was walking his two young daughters while his wife cooked dinner. Of course we talked about the failing economy and how we are effected by it.
We are all OK right now.
Talked to a young neighbor who was walking his two young daughters while his wife cooked dinner. Of course we talked about the failing economy and how we are effected by it.
We are all OK right now.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Driving home this morning I saw a group of middle aged people with papers in their hands. Jehovah's Witness coming to proselytize in our neighborhood. Well maybe we need it.
They seem so committed to spreading some message to people who close their doors in their faces.
I don't even open the door to wish them a good day. I act as if I am afraid of them, of their message, of their sincerity.
I guess I am afraid of them.
They seem so committed to spreading some message to people who close their doors in their faces.
I don't even open the door to wish them a good day. I act as if I am afraid of them, of their message, of their sincerity.
I guess I am afraid of them.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
took an early morning walk on Asilomar beach. calm flat waters with ribbons of ruffles in the distance. Five Oyster catchers were playing or maybe working, out among the rocks, yacking, calling, chattering. Their sounds filled the quiet air.
At the end of the walk I saw whales in the distance, suffing up spray.
Good walk
At the end of the walk I saw whales in the distance, suffing up spray.
Good walk
Monday, February 2, 2009
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