One Friend at a time

Yes, that's it for me. Too many people in my life gets me distracted. I guess it comes from being an "only child"... and adopted, at that.

Right now my "friend' is a 26 year old homeless guy who is way more chemically challenged than me. I'm sure it's a surprise to read "chemically challenged" but later I'll reveal more on that sugject. Anyway, this guy, straight, didn't graduate from high school because he was in "Juvy" for alledgedly driving a truck for his buddy while his buddy cleaned the house out. He saYS, "I didn't know he was robbing the house...I just thougt he was moving". Now my friend, let's call him Ronny, is a very social guy, as he has to maintain a different place to sleep each night and keep his chemicals at a certain level...well, high. I can only think that he probably has more than one friend and that he probably didn't keep track of where the "mover" really lived. Maybe you could say, "I keep my friends numbered" while Ronny lost track.

In any event, that's my friend for now. Pathetic as I may be . . . I'll keep looking for a new friend though because Ronny has a couple warrants out on him for failing to appear. Yes, on every occasian where court was involved, he just doesn't show.

Good thing I know who my friend is...

The Great Freeze of '07

Bitter cold, yes, bitter. 19 degrees is unusually cold for the foothills of California on the western side of the Sierra Nevada's. The Nat'l Weather Service finally came out and said there was a freeze warning. Duh....two days ago. Or maybe they mean't me!

Our precious fruits will suffer greatly, I'm afraid. That Dwarf Lemon that I've planted twice will surely need anothe planting. Cherries, peaches, God knows what else. My large potted Camellia's have turned to Lot's wife...stone. Even the "Living" Christmas tree, an incense cedar, appears dead. So much for "living" trees. Good thing the roses like it.

And poor little Stoli. When it's time to do her business, she tip toes out onto the pale crunchy grass, drops a log, and runs back inside faster than you can say poop!

Ah, the joys of Winter. I've been in the same pair of woolens for the past week. Better warm up soon because their beginning to have a bit of an odor. (I won't take em off...not until Spring)

Blackberry Pie

Bureaucracy and Blunder

Well it was doomed to happen and now it has. The County has sent the road department crew out to clear the brush in the alley which runs behind the house. So, early this morning I am awakened by the sound of what seems to be 4,000 backhoe's and tractors.

It just so happens that in the corner of our property, on the alley, lies a very proficient blackberry bush which yielded about 8 gallons of blackberries this past Summer. For some reason I wasn't nervous about them taking out the main leaders or the bramble at all.

Luckily, they started clearing with that huge shovel and dove straight into the sewer line. The head honcho got off his rig and said, "Golly, do you think there might be a sewer line there?" Now, I may not be a county contractor or engineer but you would think they might check the location of he manholes (which now were under their equipment) before they took out the sewer. Just a thought.

I guess then there wouldn't be the need for the sewer company to come and do repairs. Hmmm, bureaucracy and blunder at its finest.

At least I'll still have a bountiful basket of blackberries this year.

tweety bird and forgotten birthdays

So, my X way over did my birthday...after not remembering, not celebrateing, nothing a few years ago in a row. This year, a call, with voicemail attached, a multimedia message and a bomb. He and his familiy and his new BF were in "Our - Let's Celebrate My Birthday Place - Puerto Vallarta, MEXICO", As I think about it, a simple voicemail would have been satisfactory from him. Never did have much empathy, that one.

Then - Mom called (before the evening's application of Jug wine), my local friend came by, Heather forgot, and my sister - well, let's seel. I guess I'll hear from her the next time I call....as was the last time.

Needless to say, Dad baked a "scratch" pumpkin pie and bought rib eye's which I grilled to perfecion. Boy, the little birds sound wonderful this winter's morning as I listen to them forage for food.

I wonder how they celebrate...

willyf-reconsidering my life

What a title. Spontanious, at best. But with a certain tone, I can easily recall the events that have made me who I am today. Which is yet to be determined.

I hope to incorporate blogs and responses from friends, former friends and even enemies. A life's story wouldn't be complete without supporting statements.

At the uneventful age of 47, I figure it's time to do something and this is really the easiest way to write my life story. So here we go...working backwards...just kidding.