IT’S TOO, TOO NICE FOR WINTER
From Goleta, I send you greetings. The day after Christmas is always a lazy day. Tripping on ribbons, eating dry turkey, making sandwiches from cranberry sauce and smashed dinner rolls. Ah, to be back in ‘West’ with a much slower pace.
Winter here is wet, gray and interesting along the cliffs and the shore. I found one of the most popular invasive species in California. Fennel, (Foeniculum-vulgare,) is running rampant along the cliff tops. You can eat it and it spices up a salad just fine. Since I adore Galliano, this is just the thing to put with some slivered carrots and balsamic vinegar. It’s not much, but it keeps the figure tight.
Mom’s got a new dwelling, (I have the lower,) and it’s nice and just updated with all the conveniences of home – away from home! The neighborhood is mixed — student, retired, leeches, and art bums, just perfect to keep mom active. The atmosphere is one of semi-chaos, and as vibrant as the trendy places, but without the $$$$$$$.
I went to the market and discovered that invaders of the voluptuous kind had arrived and the market was temporarily closed for some shopping and snapshots. I just forgot how stupid the world is in this part of California.
Well, I’ve got to clean up the Christmas mess and prepare for the New Year’s mess. Everyone from the ‘old days’ is coming to hear my tales of woe from Yellowstone country. I’ll probably have to disappoint them.
P.S. I just got an update from my staff in West Yellowstone. There are now “TURBO DIESEL” snow buses in the park. They bark and billow enormous clouds of ugly smoke. They also are breaking down and they’ve only been running for 5 days. Not to put too fine of a point on it, but I told you so! Bigger is better for the concessionaires. These things are going to pollute far more than the sleds ever did.