Ouch!

It was clear and frosty this morning when we set out with Ozzie to walk across the fields, stuffed into as many layers as we could locate in our buried supply of winter clothing. Everything sparkled in the sun as if sprinkled with glitter. Even the dead grasses and weeds looked lovely, and the cold weather didn't phase Ozzie, who has his own built in layers, and happily plunged into the creek fishing for sticks.

After the garage door man came and provided us with new remote controls which work (alleluia!), and motivated by the desire to pick up a forgotten part of the extension pole that supports the bird feeder, we drove to the farmhouse to continue the dreary task of packing everything up and moving it to Santa Rosa. It is proving almost as difficult to leave that place as it was to leave Berkeley, but we soldier on, a few trips at a time, trying to figure out where to put duplicates of all the original things we still don't have places for.

Back home, only when OilMan was watching some birds gathering in the maple tree outside did we remember the pole, still sticking in the ground in front of the farmhouse....

My consolation prize was the picture of the Patrick Amiot acupuncture sign outside the Victorian house which houses the clinic. I had to run across four lanes of busy Highway 116, something I would only undertake for a
blip! Amiot's quirky sense humor never fails to bring a smile to my face.