Another Catastrophe Passed On by
I had to give up my seat in front of this computer, and take Smokey Joe to the vet to get his stitches out. That is at least a 120 mile round trip, and Jane couldn’t go. As you may know, Smokey got beat up by our rescued pit bulls a few weeks ago, and for a while it looked as if he might need more surgery before his wounds would heal. But he took a turn for the better and amazed his doctor at how he has almost healed entirely.
I had forgotten to eat anything before I left so I stopped in at the new Jack In The Box and got some buttermilk biscuits and coffee. Smokey got the eggs and sausage that came in them. I sat inside the restaurant instead of taking it to go, and from out a big window, I could see big, black, menacing, clouds building in the mountains I had just come down from.
I also took this week’s laundry in to the refurbished Laundromat, and now that job is done until next week. I stopped in a new CVC drugstore to get some Tide for my laundry and spied some awfully pretty plastic flowers. I used to love to garden, but out here in the mountains, it is either very hot or very cold and a wind is blowing most of the time. I can’t even keep a geranium alive. These plastic flowers looked like wild flowers in a field, and were priced 20% off. I got them for $5 and they are on the table looking far superior to the poor old tired looking cactus Daniel gave for Christmas. I can’t even grow a cactus!
So I headed for home a little after 11 a.m. and stopped in Campo to return some library books and get a new supply for the weekend. Then I stopped at the Homemakers Thrift Store and found some sheets that looked almost new, and I bought mismatched saucers to use as cat dishes. They each like their own dish, you know.
Then I had to swing by the post office in hopes the books I ordered from Amazon were there. They weren’t but I already received the large print dictionary and I love it. It is so easy to check spelling and more reliable than that spell checker in Tools on my computer’s toolbar. That thing makes mistakes even I recognize!
The reason I’m telling all this pretty boring stuff is because - meanwhile back at the Manzanita Horse Camp, where Jane and I live in separate trailers, the wind had come up really strong, and the temperature was dropping fast. Those black clouds were looming over the horizon of the mountain, and Jane decided to batten the hatches, so to speak. She secured plastic tarps all around the dog kennels, then decided to go up on her roof and check the tarp up there. Her roof leaks. Her trailer is a park model, much longer and higher than my travel trailer. We have a big extension ladder to help her get up on her roof, and she climbed up with her scissors and duct tape, and an extra tarp. She was wearing sweats, but at least the top had a hood on it for warmth. The wind was strong enough to blow a person down and the ladder went flying, leaving Jane stranded on the roof! No one was around, except maybe Mary and Yolanda up near the entrance, but that is out of sight of our place.
Jane decided to make good use of her situation, and duct taped all around the tarp on her roof. You should see how neat it looks! Then she just stood there trying to figure how to get down without breaking her neck. She will be 60 on May 1st and her best climbing days are long gone. She began to have visions of me driving around the point of rocks to find, her, my only daughter, turned into a snowman standing up on the roof. She finally got up her courage to step lightly on a window-type air conditioner as she leaped over to the roof of a dog shelter she had made of pallets, and got down intact not long before I got home.
So, that is what is happening around here. The clouds still look dark and menacing, but it hasn’t started to rain yet. Snow is predicted tonight and tomorrow. In an hour or so, I am going back out to eat at the buffet at The Golden Acorn. Jane was going to stay home and work at her job of being an on-line medical transcriptionist, but she’s changing her mind after almost becoming an ice ornament.
Egads! One of my cats is eating my new plastic flowers!
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Comments: 16
Easy to BE & SEE with your panoramic descriptions.
He had a package for Angela in number 6, which has been an empty spot for years, except for weekend horse people. I made calls but every Indian friend was not home or not answering. Eduardo came rolling home from work, and he said he thinks it is the chief's daughter. The man had asked Yolanda who lives near the entrance and she told him to ask us. If this is the same Angela, who is a really lovely person and a mother of three nice kids, that would have been her half sister! Well - There you go. Sibling rivelry maybe. The man said he would just take the package back to San Diego. He seemed to enjoy talking and laughing with us, and said he wants to move his wife and himself out here. He could do worse. Property and rentals, what there is of them, is a lot cheaper than in town.
Darcey D.