Muttering to Myself on Sunday Morning.

I woke up this morning at six o'clock as if an alarm clock had gone off, and let my big black dog Smokey Joe out to do his business. Old Sherpa decided to lie there and get her old mind and bones lined up before she attempted to get on her feet. Now they have been out and come back in because they didn't like the weather conditions.

It's damp, foggy and windy - about 30-40 mph I'd guess. Fog is unusual on this mountain so far from the coast (70 miles), especially with strong wind. It has been quite windy off and on for over a week, shaking my trailer, rattling my metal awnings and breaking off dead branches from the ancient oaks in this horse camp on an Indian reservation. According to CNN News this morning, it's blowing hard all over the state with gusts up to 100 mph or more. There has been lots of snow and rain in Northern California so there is a deep snow pack, and that is good news. That's where most of the water for Los Angeles and San Diego comes from. In December officials predicted that water supplies that come down the aqueduct from the Sacramento delta area would have to be cut drastically. Now that can wait for the next drought.

I'm wondering how the wind and weather is going to affect events that start tomorrow. My daughter plans to move Tuesday. On Monday she and I have to drive about 65 miles to San Diego to get cash from her daughter and supplies not available out here. Then we will drive back this way on I-8 on to Holtville down in the Imperial Valley to give her new landlady the rest of the move-in money. When we get home, my daughter expects to pack things up to move her 35 ft. trailer on Tuesday, although she hasn't got anyone lined up yet who will move her. The man she has used before now wants triple the fee from eight years ago. She is no spring chicken, and as the pessimist I usually am, I'm scared to death she will get sick or injured. At 85, I'm too old and out of shape myself to be of much help. As a Navy wife, I was a whiz at moving in my time, but now I do well just to take care of myself. I'm not moving away. I intend to stay right here even if I am the last human being living here, and that is what it appears will happen. If I really have to, I can move in with my daughter later.

The fog has turned to rain so I will hunker down for the day with my cats and dogs and do a lot of praying, and my friends at Gather,  we could sure use some your prayers too. I thank God we've made it this far, but we have a long way to go before we can get back to normal.