Yes, We’re Safe
This text was originally posted on Facebook much earlier this morning:
Good morning everyone. Up at 3:30 doing what all old men do at 3:30 in the morning, but today I stepped outside on the patio to check news and give the insomniac neighbors a peek of my favorite boxers. The moon is sitting in the sky right where the plume of smoke from the San Marcos fire was when I went to bed. I can see stars in every direction on a cloudless night and have smelled more smoke from neighbors fireplaces and smoking than I do from the fire. Yes, we’re less than two miles from the fire zone, but we’re also less than a quarter mile from the place to which those people are being evacuated. We’re safe, and Randy’s sleeping peacefully. I’ve woken to far worse mornings.
We got to see much more when we took Diego out for his walk. There are some smoke plumes to the south, all blowing away from us and nothing as dense as it was yesterday. So far, at least as it impacts us, this is nothing like the 2007 wildfires. There are no layers of ash, and even at its worst the smoke is barely noticeable.
May The Fourth Be With You
You can go about your business now.
Haven’t been swimming much, either at the pool or down at the Cove. Haven’t been out of town, for business or otherwise. The depth of the dust on the lenses of the various camera could probably determine how long it’s been since I’ve had them out. Couldn’t even get up the motivation to go cheer for Cal at Crew Classic. Gotta get Diego to go hunt me down some motivation and bring it back here.
Bring Back Winter
March started out well enough, with a great 50th birthday celebration and a business trip to Sacramento that had me doing more law in one week than I normally do in a month. Winter went out beautifully.
Then spring hit. Drizzles are stalling my patio project. Business of Law headaches.
Hate to say it but I miss winter.
Way Too Early, Again
It would’ve been the start to a great day if only Randy’s plane had actually flown to its destination instead of doing an emergency return to San Diego. Despite the drama though I did capture a decent sunrise with the GoPro up at Dana Point, and Delta did return Randy to me safe and sound. All’s well that ends well.
Celebrating three years of paint, plumbing, electrical, dry walling and having a wonderful life in the first home I ever owned. The first home where I didn’t have to worry if Uncle or some random landlord would whine if I painted or fixed their lousy fixtures.
In one sense I can’t believe three years have flown by since our realtor gave us the keys to Casa, and in the other sense I look at the unfinished project list and wonder how so many things still remain to be done after three years at Casa.
I haven’t done one of these time-lapse sunrises since last June, and since I was up way too early this morning I thought I’d try one from Harbor Island down in San Diego Bay. It wasn’t terribly spectacular, but I’m still happy with the results.
Stupid Thieves With No Taste
There’s nothing like taking time out of a busy Monday to deal with some loser in Florida using a counterfeit credit card with my account number on it. Florida in winter I can accept – at least my card can go even if I can’t. Wal*mart on the other hand… <shake head in disgust> the loser ran my card at a Wal*mart </shake head in disgust>. That alone should have been enough of a fraud indicator for my bank’s Megatron Fraud Detecting Computer and warrants a vigorous defamation suit in addition to the criminal charges.
Just in case you missed the new little badge thingee in the left column, I’m now posting some photos on Instagram. They should all be visible here in that left column, but feel free to go there or follow me there directly. Not sure where the line is between my hosted gallery here and this new toy, but I’m sure things will shake out eventually.