It has begun. The thing I dread even more than back-to-school sales and making the kids get up early.
The American Alligator looks like a gator gar. They can kill you with an attack called the death roll. It tears off the spot of its prey it got in its mouth.
No, not THAT kind of change. A different kind of change. Today I exited the house as a trade wind blew its chill fingers over me and I shivered, reaching for my sweater. I got in the car and looked at the thermometer. 78 degrees. Really? I am COLD when it’s 78 degrees? How coldContinue reading “The Change is Happening”
Then threatened me dramatically with a plastic spoon.
I knew there were 72 steps. What I did not know was that there was a hike up to those steps, and another 99 steps following those 72 steps. Also, I did not know that Diamond Head crater would be like hiking southern California in the middle of a summer day. Breezeless (the crater walls keeping out any coolness), bone-dry, crackling hot. Thus, I brought only one bottle of water, which I finished halfway up the path to the stairs.
My husband was offered a job in Hawaii a couple days ago. Since the other job he was in the running for said they were still considering, he took the Hawaii job. Yay! But wait. He starts work on Monday, the day after Easter, training here in San Diego. Then he reports for work inContinue reading “Hawaii, Here We Come”