It’s a rainy Sunday, a quiet morning, dripping ‘n drizzling ‘n the occasional rooster voicing his frustration....we got ourselves some badboy roosters on this little street...
I don’t really want t’go out there ‘n kill all the durn chickens but I wouldn’t care at all if some hungry folk wanted t’collect their ‘two chickens for ev’ry pot’....Heck! I wouldn’t care if they wanted t’take more.....
Anyways....we need the rain...’n the snow. The more snow the better ‘cause the more snow we get in the Sierra, the more water we’ll have in the valley.....the reality being however that there is absolutely no way that Mama Nature c’n keep up with the demand from southern California....truly a land of extremes.....basically a desert that doesn’t have enuff natural water to support a tenth of its population.....the biggest problem I c’n see with cutting off their water is that most of ‘em would be forced to leave SoCal ‘n they’d prob’ly move up here so we have to give ‘em water to keep them all down south....we have enuff home-grown nutz of our own ‘n we’re having a hard time keeping San Francisco contained....San Francisco only has room for about three quarters of a million people (been that way since Gold Rush days) ‘n even if a whole bunch of San Franciscans don’t reproduce, the immigrants (emmigrants) just keep comin’.....spreading out over the entire Bay Area like a cancer, little fingers of ‘em growing insidiously like unwanted ivy or the Chinese Tree of Heaven (Chinese Stink Tree) which when it takes root in your yard requires, like freedom, eternal vigilance.....anyways, it’s a rainy Sunday morning, a quiet morning....a pessimist might say the ‘calm before the storm’ but I like to think of myself as....if not an outwise optimist, at least a middle of the roadmist.....c’mon, it’s early ‘n I’m only halfway thru my first pot of coffee......
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