| April 18 |
[Apr. 18th, 2017|10:19 pm]
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I just remembered that today was the 111th anniversary of the Great San Francisco Earthquake. Happy Anniversary, San Francisco! I wonder if there were candles on the cake? If so, 111 candles would have been but a pale reminder of the Great Fire that the quake triggered. They'd have had to set fire to 111 buildings to get even a passable comparison, and given the price of San Francisco real estate these days I doubt they'd want to do that. Actually, the prices of houses in the city are probably the closest thing to that disaster that has happened in 111 years. But only for people looking to buy. Sellers are making out like insurance fraudsters.
My day was nothing dramatic. The chiropractic adjustment went well enough, though I'll have to be cautious for the next couple of days so not to undo it. That won't be difficult. It's supposed to start raining again tomorrow, so I won't be tempted to do anything strenuous in the yard, like pulling foxtails out of the lawn. I did some of that this morning, but the crop is bounteous this year. I hope the lupines do as well.
The weather today was just about perfect— mild, and not at all hot, and there were fluffy white clouds to watch drifting by all afternoon. But mentioning them reminds me that they reminded me of whipped cream, and I've got some whipped cream, and pumpkin pie to put it on, so I'm going to go eat some of that right now. Whatever self control I once had is entirely gone. Aging has its perks. And, as April 18 reminds northern Californians, one never knows when disaster will strike, so never pass up a chance to eat pie. |
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