Hello world!
I have a blog! Imagine that. Below is the text of a newsy email that I shared with a few family members. Now I shall share it with the WORLD! Bwahahahaha…
(from an 8/26 email) In going through boxes of books yesterday (there seems to be an unending supply down in the garage–are the deers dropping off more when I’m not looking?), I came across Jeanne’s little Medicine Wheel Journal book. Of course, I immediately had to sit down and read it cover to cover, straight through. I was cracking up and enjoying how much like Twisp Murray Creek is. I took the book over to Ann, thinking she might enjoy reading it.
It’s wonderfully cool here this week, in the mid-80’s. Pretty much perfect, with a nice breeze coming up the valley. The air moving through the oaks in the distance sounds like water flowing. Perhaps a harbinger of the creek’s resurrection! Woo hoo! For now, it is still dry, dry, dry, but the cool is a wonderful relief. We did have another fire in San Andreas day before yesterday. It was not our fault. 
Actually, although we had quite a bit of smoke and some falling ash in our area, it was a relatively small fire–60 acres–and our intrepid fire fighters had it out that same afternoon. Phew. Ann saw the smoke initially, driving home from a visit to a friend, and then Conal and I went to town to find out more information about it. It was about three miles from us, I’d guess. We just happened to be downwind. All is well now. I LOVE the fire department. Must make a mental note to take them cookies or something.
Yesterday morning, I went out in the living room and discovered that the front door was wide open, including the screen door. There was a breakfast sausage wrapper lying just in front of the door on the porch. Hmm. Nothing else seemed amiss or out of place when I looked around out there. When I turned around to go into the kitchen, however, I could see that we had had a visitor. A sizeable visitor. A large bag of garbage that I had consolidated from various trash cans around the house and placed in the pantry awaiting disposition to the outside can was in the middle of the dining room floor. Well, what was left of it. It had been chewed and various of its contents strewn around the back hallway and dining room. S/he had shunned the goat cheese, but apparently enjoyed licking and chewing anything fish or meat flavored.
Yeeks. Possum? Racoon? Tiger? Abominable snowman?
