'Our house is a very very very fine house. With two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, now everything is easy cause of you...la la...la la la la'
Every time I see one of our cats in the yard I think of this ancient Crosby Stills and Nash song. We loved this song way back in 1970 and could listen to it over and over and over and over again.
I was getting ready to water the yard yesterday morning but decided to wait a bit since Lucy looked oh so content and peaceful laying in the flower bed. I just couldn't disturb her, the yard could wait a while longer for a drink.
This is the view from the front porch. I can't believe how tall some of the wildflowers are, about four feet is my guess since I didn't get a tape measure out. You can see the gray monsoon clouds in the sky, the monsoon clouds that dropped a little rain over the city according to the weather report last night, but if they did it wasn't in my part of the city.
I would really much rather have a beach or mountain or lake or river to look at across the street rather than houses and cars, but I don't think that will happen in this lifetime.
Keith had a bit of a surprise at work the other night, well, morning actually. They had brought their train in from Barstow and as it was leaving the yard with a new crew aboard Keith did what they call a roll by, where he watches the train leave for any problems with it and then gives the crew a good to go. As the last engine is going by at the end of the train (no cabooses anymore, but usually an engine or two at the end of the train for extra power) he sees a little Filipino woman sitting on the steps of the engine waving at him as she goes by. Keith is all What The Bad Word That Begins With F! and radios the engineer to STOP you've got a lady sitting on the last engine!
She had ridden the train all the way from Barstow sitting on the engine's steps. The trainmaster went out and spoke to her, telling her that he wouldn't call the police this time but get the heck off of the train! And don't do it again!