If you've been to Napa, or even watch TV, you probably know about the Wine Train. It is a Napa institution that I have not enjoyed, but it is supposed to be upscale and goes from winery to winery, or some such. My house is just a few blocks from a train track. Tonight I noticed a train for the first time ever. It's tooting in the distance and the wheels are rattling on the tracks. It must have been a long freight train, it went on and on. Kind of a pleasant sound. I also have wind chimes that tinkle in the courtyard. That is a nice sound, too. (she rambles)
The girls came to my house today. Both had swim lessons. That wrapped up around 4:00, Annie was then heading out to take them swimming some more.
I wanted to stay home as I thought I would get some real work done. I listened to voice mail, before I could do anything, the power went out. Being a resourceful person, I thought I would need to reset a dealy but couldn't find the box. So I called the owner who drove over. By the time she arrived, I had found it right under my nose and was feeling foolish. But she is a nice lady about my age, so I invited her for a beer, which incidently; was in the fridge when I came, so it was already her beer. The neighbor's also had no power, so we just sat outside and had a nice chat. Then I called Annie to see about meeting them for supper. Oops, garage doors don't work when the power is out. Neither does the light. But, I have a flash light which Bill thought I should buy (silly, I didn't feel the need, duh). So I sprang the door, lifted it up, and away I went. When I came home, the power was on, AC running an lights on around the house.
Those of you who know me probably figured out why I am writing this Ho Hum blog... I don't have anybody to tell Ho Hum stories to. I'm missing my friends, but I don't want to be in Phoenix. It was like 113 there today and 94 here. No one in Phoenix will be opening up their windows at night until nearly October.
I told the girls today the story about how I got stuck in the pig pen mud when I was a little girl. Not sure if they appreciated it, but it's an old family story of one of my famous screw ups. Someday, they will be older and remember it.
One more interesting thing, maybe. Annie's eye doctor's name is Tempest Fugit!
'bout time to go.
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