Spike's Meadow

We awoke to strange weather this morning. It had rained in the night...not much but still highly unusual for August here. A hurricane has made its way across the Pacific and has turned toward Baja California. It will bring hurricane force winds to parts of Baja and weaken to a tropical storm over parts of Southern California, the first ever tropical storm watch in California. I can't see how any of this could be affecting us in Northern California, but supposedly it is. Something certainly is.

We met at Cafe Frida and found a table underneath the metal roofed stage area. The rain had turned into a light drizzle and it wasn't cold. We talked about CBD gummies and my mass of melted ones. We also covered the Barbie movie, Gail and Bob's upcoming trip to England, how many times each of us had gotten up in the night and power failures on Sonoma Mountain.We were beset by power failures, sometimes days long,  for years in our neighborhood, but since we invested a lot of money in a storage battery and an inverter which automatically switches power to the battery if the line power goes off, it never has. Or maybe we just didn't notice it because everything worked as it should.

I tried to catch the almost eerie light over Spike's Meadow this morning without much success, but I still liked the resulting bands of color created by unmowed grass and the reeds that completely fill the seasonal pond. The goats have already been around... there are signs of their presence ...but they haven't been turned loose on this strip of tall grass. Spike is finding his feet here again and happily ran in circles . We kept him out of the stickers this time....

I ran out of Spike's prednisone acetate drops (for the second time) and arranged to pick up a third bottle in the foyer outside the eye doc's office after one o'clock today. I ran across Emma, the assistant, who recognized me and asked after Spike. I was pleased to be able to tell her that  he is doing great. I think she really likes him. When I got home I opened the bag with Spike's name on it and found a tiny bottle of pred acetate, a receipt for $123 and six dog treats. I put three of them in the picture to try and show the scale of the bottle, but the treats are tiny too, so I'm not sure they convey just how small the bottle is. The price tag certainly doesn't do it either.

We're out now to have our glass of wine outside, first having determined the most wasp free area to sit.