fishA much better day today. Feeling more in tune with myself. Although not sure why as I had one of the worst nights of sleep that I've had in awhile.
My thigh muscles were doing something funky last night. It was like cramping but yet not cramping .... so today is a water day ..... flushing out the system ..... with all the crap I've been eating / drinking lately I've probably overdosed the muscles with toxins.
Going to exercise today ..... period. The mood is on a high a that is a good time to jump back on board. Then back outdoors to soak up a little more of that Vitamin D.
Sad to report our goldfish didn't make it through the winter this year. Which is our fault due to lack of keeping the ice off the pond. And the guilt over a certain water snake just tears at me more. Jen will understand. But anyway ..... our neighbors across the way have a large pond with a couple hundred goldfish in it. I decided that they wouldn't miss a couple. So for the last couple weeks I've been threatening to don the black ski mask, black leotards and gloves ..... fishing net and bucket and steal me some goldfish.
Ok, you are asking yourself ...... "Julie, why not just ask them for a few?". My response ..... "What is the fun in that!" Well, the no fun Julie won out and yesterday while out weeding I saw "Aunt Birdie" out puttering in the yard. Aunt Birdie is about 90. And has been chewing tobacco since she started teething as a baby. And she has no problem spitting ..... wherever. The age lines around her mouth stained brown. She is about 4'8" tall and wears a straw hat that swallows her whole ..... seriously, it looks like a little walking straw hat wondering around.
Aunt Birdie shares the double wide mobile with her niece Julie and her husband Leon. A single wide on the property houses Julie's two daughters from a previous marriage. Both in college. But that is neither here nor there for this story.
She happened to be looking over the pond which runs their picket fence line down the driveway that continues past their house to ours. And as simple as walking over and asking for a couple fish ..... I had permission to take them. But, taking them wasn't / isn't (have yet to catch them) so easy. They don't want to leave their pond. They are perfectly happy there. And with some sort of fish ESP every time I'd approach with the net they would retreat to the middle deepest part of the pond.
So while laying awake last night with legs doing whatever they were doing I pondered on how do have a successful goldfish roundup. I refuse to get into that pond ..... it needs cleaning. Badly. Herding them to one end with some sort of something maybe, but they are not stupid and they are fast. Dave thought maybe herding and getting underneath a bunch and flipping them out ..... I'm thinking maybe buying a couple at this point may be easier, granted not as much fun, but easier.
Dave is talking of moving back to Central California when we can, when life allows (the optometrist told my mom the other day her eyes suggest she could live another 15 years, I'm hunting down the optometrist and killing him, yep, or moving mom in with him and his family, lol)***. Seems like we are maybe going to end up going full circle. For me it is really hard. I want to lite where I can just stay without ever moving again. Can I be happy in Central California? In the foothills? If we stayed off the beaten track maybe, yes. Away from craziness and people, yes. Is that possible in the Central California foothills anymore? Debatable. ***This was meant with humor ..... I love my mom.***
Ok, babbled on enough and when Dave starts wondering in and out of the room being annoying its time to close. A bit of a jealousy factor with the computer sometimes. "Just want to see what your doing". Pretty sure he knows what I'm doing ..... lol.
Heading to Medford probably tomorrow or Friday to pick up the final sheets of insulation for the trailer. Then Dave can finish buttoning her up .... the wiring now done ..... the new stove/oven and refrigerator in place (new to me). A little bit of cupboard making to finish it off, the indoor/outdoor carpet put back in and I have me one cute stylin' little trailer. YAY! Look out river .... here we come!
Happy Hump Day all ......
Peace. J.
My thigh muscles were doing something funky last night. It was like cramping but yet not cramping .... so today is a water day ..... flushing out the system ..... with all the crap I've been eating / drinking lately I've probably overdosed the muscles with toxins.
Going to exercise today ..... period. The mood is on a high a that is a good time to jump back on board. Then back outdoors to soak up a little more of that Vitamin D.
Sad to report our goldfish didn't make it through the winter this year. Which is our fault due to lack of keeping the ice off the pond. And the guilt over a certain water snake just tears at me more. Jen will understand. But anyway ..... our neighbors across the way have a large pond with a couple hundred goldfish in it. I decided that they wouldn't miss a couple. So for the last couple weeks I've been threatening to don the black ski mask, black leotards and gloves ..... fishing net and bucket and steal me some goldfish.
Ok, you are asking yourself ...... "Julie, why not just ask them for a few?". My response ..... "What is the fun in that!" Well, the no fun Julie won out and yesterday while out weeding I saw "Aunt Birdie" out puttering in the yard. Aunt Birdie is about 90. And has been chewing tobacco since she started teething as a baby. And she has no problem spitting ..... wherever. The age lines around her mouth stained brown. She is about 4'8" tall and wears a straw hat that swallows her whole ..... seriously, it looks like a little walking straw hat wondering around.
Aunt Birdie shares the double wide mobile with her niece Julie and her husband Leon. A single wide on the property houses Julie's two daughters from a previous marriage. Both in college. But that is neither here nor there for this story.
She happened to be looking over the pond which runs their picket fence line down the driveway that continues past their house to ours. And as simple as walking over and asking for a couple fish ..... I had permission to take them. But, taking them wasn't / isn't (have yet to catch them) so easy. They don't want to leave their pond. They are perfectly happy there. And with some sort of fish ESP every time I'd approach with the net they would retreat to the middle deepest part of the pond.
So while laying awake last night with legs doing whatever they were doing I pondered on how do have a successful goldfish roundup. I refuse to get into that pond ..... it needs cleaning. Badly. Herding them to one end with some sort of something maybe, but they are not stupid and they are fast. Dave thought maybe herding and getting underneath a bunch and flipping them out ..... I'm thinking maybe buying a couple at this point may be easier, granted not as much fun, but easier.
Dave is talking of moving back to Central California when we can, when life allows (the optometrist told my mom the other day her eyes suggest she could live another 15 years, I'm hunting down the optometrist and killing him, yep, or moving mom in with him and his family, lol)***. Seems like we are maybe going to end up going full circle. For me it is really hard. I want to lite where I can just stay without ever moving again. Can I be happy in Central California? In the foothills? If we stayed off the beaten track maybe, yes. Away from craziness and people, yes. Is that possible in the Central California foothills anymore? Debatable. ***This was meant with humor ..... I love my mom.***
Ok, babbled on enough and when Dave starts wondering in and out of the room being annoying its time to close. A bit of a jealousy factor with the computer sometimes. "Just want to see what your doing". Pretty sure he knows what I'm doing ..... lol.
Heading to Medford probably tomorrow or Friday to pick up the final sheets of insulation for the trailer. Then Dave can finish buttoning her up .... the wiring now done ..... the new stove/oven and refrigerator in place (new to me). A little bit of cupboard making to finish it off, the indoor/outdoor carpet put back in and I have me one cute stylin' little trailer. YAY! Look out river .... here we come!
Happy Hump Day all ......
Peace. J.
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