Since the black runt (Pippa, this name for you is used only in love), Maggie’s life has changed dramatically. Although I was only three when Sarah was born, and don’t remember it well, and I felt the same way. Kind of left out.
My aide (who comes four hours morning) and I have been taking Maggi for walks. So she can have some Pippa-free time. The walks have gotten shorter. Maggie is eleven.
This is our usual route: down Garretson, our street, to the elementary school, probably a quarter mile, and back. Although the runt has aged her, Maggie still enjoys sniffing every bush and tree.
This picture was taken Friday. The air was crisp and it was probably 65 degrees. It had rained the previous night, and as you can see, things are extremely pretty afterward. You can’t see Big Bear Mountain, but it’s now covered with snow.
I complain about California, but I guess it beats blizzards in January!
Dear Dallas Raines, Bri Winkler, Danny Romero, and Jonathan Novack:
I have been watching KABC’s “Eyewitness News” for as long as I can remember. Saying that, you can tell that I am very impressed with your anchors. Notice how I didn’t mention the weather “team.”
If you were a true team, you four would live your lives on the bench. Take this El Nino farce. You made it sound like in February each of us would need to buy arks. February was the hottest February on record.
Then, March was going to the rainy month. Okay, three rainy days so far. But none in the next week.
And 1/10 of an inch is not a storm. A drizzle for ten minutes is not a reason to go on “Storm Watch.” I can feel the rest of the rest of the country laughing at us. “Those weak Southern Californians,” while the east coast is mopping up after record rains. FEET of rain, not a miniscule amount.
A final thought: A Magic 8 Ball might not be the best “helper” for your forecasts.