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Saturday, October 3, 2020
Saturday, September 12, 2020
NOTHING MUCH REALLY - JUST DOCUMENTING THE DAY AFTER THE CROWDS LEAVE (LABOR DAY WEEKEND)
Finally got out regardless of the smoke in the air and walked over at Lake Arrowhead, and it was so nice that we could park and not have to look all over for a parking space. This was on Tuesday the day after Labor Day. Still a lot of smoke in the air. I can see the haze but I really don't smell smoke. We will get out again today and see how things are. It's in the mid 80's today so that's a welcome relief from last week.
There was only one boat on this part of the lake that I could see.
Friday, September 11, 2020
I STILL LOVE REAL BOOKS -
Thursday, September 3, 2020
WHEN ONE NEIGHBOR LOVES THE COLOR OF THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR AND PAINTS THEIR HOUSE THE SAME COLOR
The house on the right I believe was an old white/beige color and then last week I drove by and was happy to see the difference. I wouldn't mind that color on my house.
So more heat is coming our way over Labor Day weekend - it will be a stay at home weekend while we leave the lakes to the tourists. It will be way too hot and crowded to spend time away from the house.
We probably will hit close to 100 while just down the mountain they will be probably about 110.
How is your weather - and do you have plans for Labor Day Weekend?
Friday, August 28, 2020
I CAME ACROSS THIS SONG - AND FOUND IT BEAUTIFUL - HIS SINGING STARTS ABOUT 3 MINUTES IN -
Let the mountains talk, let the river run There's a wisdom here, there is much to learn There's much to know, much to understand In this healing time all across the land You have heard my songs, oh so many years You have laughed with me, washed away my tears You have shared my joy, you have felt my pain In this healing time, walk with me again Through these darker days on this narrow line Help me find my way, help me see the signs I am not afraid, I am not alone You have taught me well, you have brought me home Let the mountain speak, let the rivers run As the world awakes to the rising sun In each brand new day, in our own rebirth In this healing time on our mother earth