Hi everyone and Happy Friday! This is more a random rambling post…you have been warned.
I don’t have much to chat about today since my brain is still a little fried from April, but I guess I just wanted to mention the Camarillo Springs fire that is raging out of control about 30 miles from where I work. My heart goes out for the people that are being affected and the animals that are being killed and displaced. I started thinking about them this morning and could barely stop the tears! What the heck?! Anyway, it is part of the circle of life around here in Southern California but it still sucks because there is no where else for animals to go when the entire area of wild land has been burned to the ground. Then they end up “pests” to the homeowners if they happen to survive the initial turmoil. Is it bizarre I am more upset for the wild animals than the people right now?
I think either I have a little trauma from my time in NY during 9/11 or I am just hormonal (isn’t it nice us ladies have an excuse for being upset about tragic things without simply admitting to being a softie?) because watching the billowing smoke cloud is really messing with my head.
So, because I read so many fantasy books (that is my excuse, sticking with it) I wish I could help by controlling an element (fire would be handy), talk to animals (you know like Aquaman but with mammals “run this way”) or superhuman strength could probably be put to work by the firemen.
I am a little nervous about this summer. Our winter was super lame (meaning dry) and the plants have bloomed already and are beginning to conserve so they are killing off their extremities (plants are so cool) to try to survive the scorcher ahead. The Santa Ana wind’s don’t help either (they dry everything up and whip everything into a frenzy). I just spoke with a co-worker in Nebraska, they just got snow yesterday. It really is amazing how different a time zone can make things! (awful lot of parentheses in this post today!)
Anything happening in your neck of the woods?
PS – I survived my mud run and finished the whole bloody thing – woop! I enjoyed the mud obstacles and rocked the ropes and cargo net etc, it was the billion hills that killed me. The local police have a training ground in the foothills, so that is where they held it. I felt like a rookie in basic training being made to run in figure eights up and down deer tracks. Sadists!! It was fun and I will probably do another one (so what does that make me!?). Anyone want to join me?