Count Down to Bali!

So, on Sunday I leave for an incredible adventure to Bali.  I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am about this trip!  And as an added bonus I was able to visit my daughter in San Antonio and now I’m with my daughter in southern CA.  Talk about lucky!

I flew in to San Diego and my daughter took me to the ocean (isn’t that wonderful?)!  So while I enjoyed the ocean:

And everyone else blew bubbles!

What fun we had!  And now we are in El Centro, CA which isn’t nearly as pleasant.  At noon the temp is 98 on its way to our high of 105, humidity is 46%.

I feel temporary

Well last week I was working down by the Ocean again. It was gorgeous. Arrived on Sunday and looked up for rent places on the ‘net. Drove around and identified several worth calling about. Was driving back to my motel and noticed some strange dust on the road. But then I remembered that I wasn’t in the desert so it probably wasn’t dust. Decided it must be smoke – but couldn’t find any sign of a fire. Then (head smack) I remembered where I was and those soft little clouds on the road were FOG! Yep, fog. Haven’t seen that in years. Drove out to the Ocean and sure enough – it was just rolling in! Take a look at the photo here. I was the only one around and I felt isolated, yet safe and happy.

The week was incredibly busy. Time after time I found a spare minute to call the number for one of the places I’d looked at from the outside. Time and again I was told that either the place was off the rental market because it was being sold or that they didn’t take pets. I was feeling down and worried when I did find some place. It’s steps from the water and while I can’t see it from the ground floor apartment (dunes are in the way) I could hear the ocean. I am excited. After some negotiating and back and forth I finally signed the lease and sent it in on Friday. Hopefully the landlord/landlady will sign it this week. Based on that, I’ve made tentative arrangements for the rental truck and my daughter and son-in-law are making plans to come help me. Looks like moving day will be 30 June and 1 July.

And today I find myself wandering around my house. Not wanting to start any new projects, yet too soon to do much packing. (I did pack up the spice cabinet yesterday and then naturally I decided to cook today. Bland, but oh well.) I don’t have that much stuff here, but oh so much more than when I came 2 years ago. Funny about that.

And this week promises to be busy here at work. In the evenings I’ll be going through and donating stuff. No sense to take too much with me. The end of the week my moving boxes and packing paper are due to arrive so I’ll be able to get busy for sure.

Although I’ve moved all my life, the last few weeks at the current home are always a bit depressing. Too much time – yet not enough…

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Damn birds

When I was in Illinois there were these gorgeous red-winged black birds.  Their black feathers were so dark shiny.  The red was often a brilliant orange, and sometimes there was a vibrant yellow too.  I loved those birds but oh, did they mock me.  They would be there, all lined up on fence posts — their beauty shining in the sun.  They would let me stop the truck, get out with my camera and get the shot all set up.  And then just as I was about to push the shutter button – away they’d fly.  It was so frustrating.  Day after day I attempted to get a shot of these creatures, and day after day I failed.

Here in the desert we have ravens.  They are gorgeous too.  Big birds with black beaks and feet.  They scream “hawk, hawk”.  They look fierce.  We got up early on Saturday and set off to capture these creatures, digitally.  Normally they are brave and you can walk up to just a couple of feet from them.  Well, once again, if you have a camera in your hand just at the last minute off they fly.



So this morning I head out to work and guess what.  On the lamp post above the truck are two huge ravens.  “Hawk, hawk” they greet me.  Hum, they look a bit intimidating.  I get in the truck and make sure the windows aren’t all the way down.  Now I’m going to have my first team meeting this morning so I’d decided to stop at the donut shop just across the street for tasty goodies to bring.  I drove over there, parked and got out of the car.  As I walked towards the shop, “hawk, hawk”.  I look about and about five ravens are coming towards me.  Not to panic I think – but I increase my speed as I head for the door.  Safely inside I make my selections and head back out.  Now there’s about seven or eight ravens and keeping a distance of about 3 feet they provide escort services back to the truck.  In I climb and take off.  A few of them swooped the truck, but they didn’t follow me.  Scary – you bet.  I sure hope they haven’t figured out where I live and send a morning patrol out for me!

And, just in case you were wondering about my new environment – here it is!