If you lived here, you would never be home

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This house has fascinated me for years. Whenever I’m stuck at the turn signal on Haskell I contemplate the desperation required to live there, and wonder what phraseology realtors used to sell it: Close to transportation.  Your own private cul-de-sac. No need to worry about the neighbors. Priced to move. Just don’t open the windows. Here’s what’s really amazing. Unlike other homes tragically located next to a freeway, this one arrived in 1966, post construction.  Some enterprising person saw this postage stamp of dirt with cars blowing past at 80 mph, and said to himself, the price is right, and dropped a pre-fabricated Lake Tahoe ski chalet down from a crane and declared himself a homesteader.  Who knows? Maybe it was a swinging bachelor pad/place of assignation for the hearing impaired back in the 1970’s.  There’s even an upstairs balcony in the back if one wants an unobstructed view of all ten lanes and the tactile thrill of 18-wheeler backdraft whipping your pantleg as you grill carne asada.

Old Dog

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Woody moved in the day we closed on the house. Just jumped the fence and walked through the front door and hopped on the bed and made himself a member of the family. He’s been with us ever since.  He’s fifteen now, and naps more than he used to, but never says no to kibble or rides in the car.  He likes sunbaths in the backyard and sleeping spine to spine on the big bed.  I like to pretend the unspeakable will never come to pass, but it will. Life is about coming to terms with loss.  I’m grateful for the 12 years we’ve had with him.

Easter at the Bowl

There were plenty of women in pretty sundresses, but none quite so lovely as she

There were plenty of women in pretty sundresses, but none quite so lovely as she

An abundance of families...

An abundance of families…

The Holy Family

The Holy Family

Little kids, noshing on Peeps

Little kids, noshing on Peeps

Fathers and sons

Fathers and sons

One guy who sat by himself and talked on his phone throughout

One guy who sat by himself and talked on his phone throughout

I broke my Lent fast at Cafe Stella

Afterward, I broke my Lenten fast from alcohol at Cafe Stella. Twas a lovely day.

A box of kittens on Good Friday

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Crazy white trash cat lady + exhausted neighbors + limited hours in the day + limited municipal resources for catch, spay and release = kitten season. Mrs. UpintheValley nominated herself to retrieve a boxful from the feral cat porch. Not to worry, there’s plenty more where they came from.

Is the dog gone yet?

Is the dog gone yet?