Not the view from my room, but also very California in its feel. I miss the oak trees, too. Image is public domain.
I managed to come down with the cold that’s going around. Which is bullshit, I demand an immediate cure so I can get on with my life! More seriously, it seems to be passing pretty quickly, and hopefully I’ll be feeling better by mid-week.
Talking to a friend about fencing in digging animals (they’re building an enclosure for possibly-wild turtle that got left in their apartment complex) reminded me of something. Back when I was a kid, a friend of mine, M, had a tortoise. M’s tortoise was an escape artist, and liked to dig under the fence and go tromp around the neighbor’s yard. At a certain point, M’s dad would just throw up a ladder to climb over the fence and go get the tortoise.
That’s not actually the point of this post, though I’m sure there’s something to be said about technically trespassing to retrieve a reptile.
It made me realize just how tall the fences and walls of our backyards were, in my neighborhood. I’d put them at seven or eight feet high, for the side fences, and eight to ten for the back brick wall that separated us from the drainage ditch out back. Continue reading
