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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Land Travel West - Phase Three


We were blessed during our stay in central California, because it was not as hot as it could have been.  Indeed, it was still warm, but the evenings and mornings were surprisingly cool, keeping sleep within reach.  We took comfort in knowing that Jacksonville was much hotter and more humid.  (My condolences to our buds in Jacksonville.)

We stayed at Myron’s mom’s house.  She had a vision of remodeling up one of the rooms in the house and our visit gave her the reason and the timeline to do it.  Friends and family members lent a hand removing carpet, installing the wood floor and putting on the new paint.  The room was very impressive upon our arrival.

Myron spent time helping his mother with projects around the house and farm.  We would work until it was pretty warm and then we would come in the house for a late lunch, ice cream and a movie.   I got used to the routine and it made me sad to leave it. 

One of Myron’s projects was to put a security screen on the front door.  Once installed, ‘Hunter’ the dog, a greyhound/Russian wolfhound mix (ie very tall and long) could no longer let himself in or out so he came into our room to request door service.  In a sleep stupor I made a hasty agreement with Myron that if he let Hunter out, I would let Hunter back in when he was done with his one or two hour romp.  Within a few days it became apparent I got the worse end of the arrangement.  If one of the farmers with adjoining acreage was irrigating, Hunter would invariably find these muddy spots.  At 5 or 6 am, when Hunter wanted back in, clad in PJs, I would take a bowl of water and a rag to the front porch and clean Hunter up before letting him in the house.  Once in the house, Hunter wanted to play.  In this mode, Hunter can be an unmanageable amount of leg, tail and nose.  I would whisper commands in a futile attempt to keep him quiet and not wake everyone in the house.   I am glad none of this was digitally captured!

Outside this routine, we also managed a day trip to the mountains to retrieve the tent trailer, squeezed in some family visits and also did another little reunion at ‘Ed’s Drive In’ in Craig and Ciana’s backyard.

I regret that I was not more active with the camera – but I can share this snapshot of a kitty that hit the motherload when she found her way into the dog food can:

Before we knew it, it was time for our last phase of the trip.  More on that soon.

Love to all,
Dena

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