Annie is obsessive. Ball dah Ball! All that matters is the BALL. Throw the BALL.
It is the Ball, the whole BALL, and nothing but the BALL. And just in case you missed it – Annie wants you to know it is the big red object in her mouth LOL The BALL. ..
Augh….sigh
I rode up to the Marysville area tonight. I know this sounds silly but I needed a ride. Traffic was awful leaving Sacramento. I know there was a target on my motorcycle or my jacket that said – commuters lock onto this – attack. LOL. After navigating through the gauntlet I hit open road. It was nice just going foward with no particular destination.
I could smell the rice fields, a faint odor from the orchards that is present in the late spring early summer. The sky was cloudy with the smell of rain. Rather a strange sensation the smells of summer intertwined with the visions of a late winter sky. I ended up stopping to visit some friends in Olivehurst. A bowl of home made cobbler and back toward Sacramento. My windshield is so covered with bugs I could barely see through it when I pulled into the complex. Bugs zero – Kmilyun 100,000,000 hee haw!
I have not ridden much in the last two years. I did ride up to Loon Lake last summer and camped out all week. My coordination is not the best – not a good deal on a motorcycle. I have worked long and hard to be able to go for a ride – especially one without someone following me in my truck – eyes open – just in case. I have worked puzzles, built models, stood in the corner with my eyes closed on a pillow, squeezed little foam pieces, shuffled cards, played with clothspins, and now I guess I am as good as I will get. I now take a GPS with me everywhere I go. I can use the trackback feature if I have to to find my way back home. Just in case.
This blog is dead.
Summer is here and there are many things to do. Motorcycle rides, hikes with the dogs, fishing, and coffee gatherings in the evening.
Not that I expected some mass of great blog readers but more than the two that this blog has gone down to – well…
It takes a lot of time to write a good political article. Then very few read it anyway. I am not a photographer. My interests are not the norm. An old article that I deleted that mentioned YouTube is still the largest search engine magnet. Sad.
There are many great blogs that cover just about anything and everything.
The only thing they can not cover is the reflection of my world. My little hole in the earth. Apparently it is not that interesting hahahahahahha…………….
Well, friends of Bill, Sportster riders, dog owners, picture takers, and political hounds, I might see ya on YouTube. NOT!
The Britannia model now has deck houses etc.
I installed a kickstand extender on my 2004 Sportster Custom.
My fishing pole has new line.
Annie’s tail is all better.
California recieved money for our levee repairs.
Riding a motorcycle without a helmet = organ donor.
Life is good if you don’t weaken.
I have been distracted.
Friday morning brought a bashed out truck window. The creeps who did it tossed the contents of the gloveboxs, and made off with – now this is exciting stuff for the buggars (read: #$%#^&^^%$) – the remote control to the complex gate, maybe 3 bucks in change that was in the ash tray and a few home burned CD’s with a mix of classical, country, jazz, and bluegrass music from under the seat. The creeps left behind: a flashlight.
Calls to the insurance company, police reports done online, and a request for the complex video security tapes. Now that is funny security? Ha. So, we know who did it but no one else seems to care. Oh well – the glass is all cleaned up – I needed to wash the truck anyway.
Friday night a a group of teenagers massed in the front of the complex – read in front of my townhouse – and started to argue. The group got louder and larger. Before the police arrived it had grown to about thirty kids and one adult. The sticks and knifes came out the group moved away from my front yard and carport so I took the oppportunity to get in my truck and leave. As I was leaving on police car arrived. When I came back there were five police cars and more kids arriving. I parked across the street and snuck back into my townhouse – I was worried about my dogs. The police finally got it all calmed down and left.
Saturday and Sunday were spent jumping up and peeping out the windows everytime we heard kids screaming or noises in the carports. Augh! These are the terrorists in my little world.
Saturday there was a shooting at the park where the dog park I go to is located. Sunday a shooting downtown in front of the Macy’s that left one kid dead and maybe another soon to follow.
I have been considering joining what we call the white flight – moving north out of the southern mess of Sacramento – now I am considering Oregon or Nevada. There are too many rats in this cage we call Sacramento. I have always been a true believer in mixed neighboorhoods but today I feel like it is an experiment in social studies that has gone terribly wrong.
I could blame the instigators of the fight friday on the Katrina victims that rented a unit here as they were at the core of the mess. Or, I could blame it on an ethnic group since all those involved in all of the above problems were anything but white. But, I think the problem is the same one we have always had: ECONOMICS.
Forcing section 8 housing and renters into areas sucks! The loosers are always the quite, peaceful, law abbiding as they watch their community taken over by thugs. Our townhouse associations homeowners are diverse in ethnic breakdown. The minority is white. We all are tired of the laws that forced section 8 into our area.
I almost did not post this and I may regret it later.