"When you're rockin' 'n a-rollin' you cain't hear yo momma call…."
Beautiful day here, sunshine 'n ever'thing that a body'd normally associate with life in California…
Me 'n da boyz ambled down Crestline, meetin' 'n greetin' as we went…a couple lady-types that seem to have added our little street to their own morning stroll, greeted da boyz 'n asked who wuz walkin' who…."Hard to tell, sumtimes" sez I….work is progressing nicely on the little house formerly owned by Mr. Gene Hall who bought it after selling his next door property…we bought this old manse of our'n from Gene 'way back in '76…He wuz nice enuff albeit a tad crazy but ain't we all when given the chance…
The Village is busy, busy, busy during the week…cars, pedestrians, 'n such…what I noticed t'day, howsumever, is that there seems t'be a sharp decline in the resident chicken population….I'll have to take that up with the Chicken Wrangler herself when I see her…she keeps a running census count so if there's a massive relocation project going on, she'll know about it…
Da boyz were disappointed at the Salon this morning as the treat bag wuz empty…John dumped out the remains for Rusty but Willy missed out…ah well, he ate about half my toast t'day anyway…John promised Willy that he'd have more treats t'morra but I don't think Willy wuz all that impressed…Willy is attentive when there's food at hand but when the food is gone, so is Willy…kind'a fickle 'n not too p'tickle, I guess….
The old quonset that served as a once upon a time movie house here in the Village is looking more'n more like a theater…I s'poze I could ask someone but that'ud take a lot of the fun out of the guessing…..
Rusty wuz lagging a little as we climbed the hill returning home 'n I commiserated with him as seems like the older I get, the steeper 'n longer are the hills….
"Just remember, once you're over the hill, you begin to pick up speed." (Coming down Stoner Hill in 1955)
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