Flower Friday : : Gerbera Daisies

We both slept later than usual and were awakened by the road paving equipment setting up shop at the top of our field. The part of the road they are repaving doesn't need paving and John and I are laying odds that they won't pave the bit further down that really needs it. The county line is basically at the end of our street so it's probably a jurisdictional thing. This paving project has been going on for months, so it will be really frustrating if they skip over the five blocks between our road and the state highway yet again....

We missed Gail at coffee this morning because she has Covid, but Dan and Tobi came and we sat outside with Spike. I tested negative again before we joined them, so I think I have dodged that bullet. Gail said she doesn't feel too bad, but we all speculated that her husband, a bit of a hypochondriac, is probably hiding in the basement until she tests negative....

I got a much needed haircut and spent a pleasant hour chatting with the hairdresser. I've been going to her for years and love that she has a little salon adjacent to her house so there's none of the usual salon scene. We're never at a loss for things to talk about and her little chihuahua often sits on my lap....

I cut out the border for the triangle quilt and gave up trying to match the pattern because I didn't have enough fabric for that. Listened to a podcast with an engineer from Columbia who has formed a company that has a process for a new drill that can drill many miles through rock in a matter of weeks, inject water into the borehole to create steam which can run turbines in existing energy plants to create power. Sort of a reverse geyser project. I had John listen to it and he agreed that it sounds quite promising....The Columbian engineer said 12 eight inch boreholes next to existing power plants would create enough power to run the City of San Francisco....

It's good to know that someone is working on climate warming when all we seem to be hearing about is the stalemate in the government, and the ticking clock past when we cannot reverse or even just halt the process. A picture in the paper this morning showed a rusty, dirty lawn chair revealed on the cracked floor of Lake Mead as the water has dried up. Lake Mead is fed by the Colorado River and is a crucial water supply for large parts of California.

I think it's time for a glass of wine...one of the best ways we know of to avoid the news....

Thanks once again to Biker Bear who gives us a chance to post a flower picture yet again....