Friends,
I know I’ve been awfully quiet lately and I’d like to be able to tell you there’s a good reason for the silence. I almost dropped the cliché “life got in the way” nonsense, but really it’s been a result of me changing up the editorial stance here. (not so fast, buster. there’s only one editor here. -ed That’s not what I meant.) When you find out that the boss is reading, one might think it’s time to tone it down a bit. I’ll leave it to you to decide if I’ve actually toned down much of anything.
A brief, but very important note: My nephew just got his first car. It’s one of those Toyota Camry wagon things and he’s pretty excited about it. Despite its official name, it has little or nothing to do with Scotland, and nothing at all to do with this. Also it’s should be mentioned at this juncture that this development makes me feel very old.
If you look in the right middle 2/5ths of this shot, I’ve since cut a bunch of that down. You see, the Idyllwild Fire Protection District folks stopped by and observed that the weeds were too high and the branches were too low and all that had to go. I filled up four 5’x9′ trailer’s worth of leaves and pine needles and branches to haul to the dump. It took all weekend and I was left feeling like a human-sized cramp. Or a bruise. Or maybe an enormous scrape.
We headed to the desert a couple weeks ago for my uncle’s 80th birthday. If you had told me he would’ve hit his 70th, I would’ve been surprised. The party was fine, but everybody’s looking pretty frail nowadays.
More later, like trip planning, cheese graters, tiny cars, and maybe a little something about organ music!
Now how excited are you?
Very. Right?
Your pal,
– bob