October 8, 2004

  • AND it's back to Kansas--er, campus, again.  Yeah, I'm down at ye auld bungalow, munching out with my roommies.   We're having a little back-to-school party tonight with just us and the boys, sans the Brettster.   Sorry I haven't blogged for a while; the fire season was loads worse than we predicted and a lot has been happening.   Brett's dandy, though; about the most dangerous thing his squad had to do was help rescue an endangered species of snake!!!   They'd invaded somebody's property at the edge of the woods, where they'd fled for safety, "poor things."   One of the guys said you could even see them racing the flames, zigzaging through the smoke like loose hoses under pressure.   Several fire fighters got bitten.   The San Francisco zoo wanted 'em for their rare color.   Sure teaches you the value of living vicariously.   Oh, well.   


    So I'm without my honey from now on, 'til I graduate.   He's actually situated in dentistry school, and found a room in a really posh house with a son of a friend of theirs, a red brick Federal on a austere tree-lined street, and I'm sort of jealous.    It was a small sorority before, and the girls kept it up really nice.   There's a huge beamed living room overlooking the backyard, wide plank floors, and the two bathrooms, also spacious, sport navy blue and ivory checkered tiles and white pedestal sinks.  The boy's all decked out in new horn-rimmed glasses and a short haircut and looks like a regular owl, man.   So I'm not going through withdrawal pains, yet.   (Maybe it's these Dream Bars; they're the original recipe, Chelle said, made with Lorna Dunes.   Yummalicious!)     


    Everybud's in a real Native American mood, in honor of the Indian casino issues this election.   We're taking Native American Studies, grooving up on Indian history, the whole bit.   I even agreed to help Mr. Foster finish a job in the Belmont hills August so I could spend a week at Auntie's and check out unspoken territory.   Her neighborhood's built right over the ancient Lamchin tribe's settlement on Pulgas Creek, of which little is known.  What once was all oak forest, rolling green meadows, and misty harbor as far as the eye can see is now an upper middle-class community of quaint story book and designer homes, wild rose gardens, play houses, and fish ponds.   Her Japanese neighbor, who lives in a redwood-paneled nouveau pagoda-style home with wide cedar steps winding up to a front deck, says the large cement slab in the far left corner of his yard probably predates the house and is muy suspish, considering there's plenty of room for RV parking in the front.   Could go back before the Gold Rush days, to the second Spanish occupation, and hiding a private cemetary underneath.   Woo-OOOH-oooh!   With the branches of Auntie's giant white oak straining towards the second floor dormer window, I tell you it was like Poltergeist. 


    Finished my cat castle.   Chloe loved it!    She found her way right to the top, where she promptly sat over the entry hole and blocked Maya.  From this strategic position, she could bat the enemy away from the walls.   The dog soon swallowed her pride and staked a claim over the second floor.   It was a kick watching their furtive eyes peeping through the slit windows.   Try to get 'em out, though; the place is too high and well-built, nearly like stone compared to your standard wicker hive. 


    There's more, but Jeremy's here to take us to Revenge of the Mummy, so see yas!   And afterwards, par-DEEEEE!!!!!!!    As you can see, we're in a real Halloweenie mood.   In case I don't return by the 31st, have a happy one!!!!!