All the California wonderful on a Saturday
That you need, see how it is.
Okay weekend for all.
Spin out a tail got goodness.
Had Mexican food last eve.
Four of six ordered number seven:
Chilirelleno and cheese enchilada
And a good time was had by all.
I’d take another whack to do better.
Good sun, good people,
Good days in C A.
Thanks to all.
Going to California
First stop is Texas.
Been here maybe five hours.
Sounds about right.
Some passengers left. Many remain.
No plane that functions. our first one
has a water problem
Not specified.
Arrived ca late and tired
Also early arrival and tired
Rock slept in comfort.
Am floating full of hereness.
How to sleep with practice.
When it is time wake and shower.
Night is wrapped, so are we and you where you are.
Gather for what’s to do.
Cleaned and packed, not for Rome.
This is California for which we’re bound.
Not driving the world,
Two flights in a day. A quick way.
I’ll read across, and recall friends.
They are my life and reasons for the west.
Over thirty years we had beginnings and ends.
No doubt about it, some moments were best.
What a big deal
my friend bill is in Costa Rica
he retired and lives there
we’re in touch.
he has invited me to visit.
he said he’d help coming and going.
what a beautiful jungle-laden place.
i’d be happy to look at it again.
good people, good food, good water.
a colorful dream.
sleep amid the calls of jungle creatures.
how afraid am i to leave the world i know?
give me a good load of stars at night.
a slender silver charm
dream into the edge of morning.
hello day. we love you.
haunt me with your Carolina moon.
there will be well into seventies temperatures.
bushes are loaded, well hanging in damp.
no birds, no squirrels, a black cat has been chased away.
eight a.m. sounds lonely and pure.
if I I had my old diesel boat Snort
i’d run it now to hear it chug. Thug, clung.
soft and regular. s slow nod. like buttermilk.
my ferry on the bay.
i’ll write a few lines,
read some of today’s book.
note some things we did.
look ahead toward our next adventure.
A whisper tells all there is.
I heard her first thing talking to them.
I casually asked is anyone is out there.
I should have known by her talking to them in a voice of glee
Back again, two of them. They live here.
We’re not surprised we’re happy.
those monkey rabbits keep us busy.
I is like reading the 1919 book of Benjamin Franklin.
Keeps me busy. Also, must consider:
How to we protect those dears?
These critters to whom we grow attached.
Rain is mentioned without materializing.
Eyes to the sky.
At least we know why.
Powdery white blue sky.
Sun shines in the sound of quiet.
Will be the warmest day we’ve had.
Eighty degrees and I’m glad.
Little, our favorite rabbit, is back one day after misery.
Boyfriend bunny came by also.
The old ranch is riding a return to normal.
Ain’t she sweet, just a-walking down the street.
Have to balance out the days,
Keep them lined up until we’re through.
Must be many ways
To erase the blues
wore my jacket and barret
To fight the cool, although they say
It will turn to a summer day.
If it can make it I’ll hurray.
talked to neighbors Ge Gee and Rod this a.m.
walking to town is where they’re bound.
going for another injection.
yipe - at four we’re lining up for another round.
Music Milton auger, Jack yellen, lyrics - ain’t she sweet
Must have been the black cat.
All the babies were killed.
There is no rabbit here this morning.
The long bunny story has ended.
Our friends, our familiarity is torn out.
Meridith removed the bodies that were spread around.
It was brutal. What a sad ending for the mother bunny.
and for us. We join in the heartache.
How is our bunny grieving?
So unfair for the rabbits.
We will miss them all.
We do miss them all.
What we didn’t want to see in our yard.
Don’t know the drama must have occurred.
Last thing we wanted to see a few days before we leave.
No bunnies visible this morning.
The adult black cat was sitting by our tree. Waiting.
The rabbit den is undisturbed.
Meri chased the enemy away.
Now we wait to see who returns.
7:40 a bunny is seen in the back yard.
We have another week for the birth of new bunnies.
We’ll be in California. How will all turn out?
all seems acceptable at this time.
plants, trees and bushes are loading .
see unfolding green packed on the stems.
people walking dogs seem minimal.
railing daily heavy green thickness looms.
no one mows now because it’s wet all the time.
this cuts way down on noise in the neighborhood.
the rabbit eats dandelion stems, one after another.
filling before nursing her new borns.
First morning activity is to see two bunnies
in the yard. one is large, the other Little.
Good Sunday in May. Here’s setting out day.
have a coffee and plan the haps.
A book to continue on Kindle.
How to pace the finale for the flight to California.
When Sunday glows good day
We two are on our way to the Fellowship.
I am curious to see where heads are.
Now watching bunnies do their second greatest activity.
They can be in the middle of the yard and remain still.
Number one activity is to run quickly.
Charles the third crowned today.
Seventy years ago I saw his mother’s coronation.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.
Eating at bed one and two.
Friends together, on the road.
Fully grown bunnies.
They cannot see us; they’re occupied.
Munching and hopping.
We don’t see them everyday
So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.
A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.
The rabbits ducked into hiding.
The morning is quiet and calm.
The rabbits want to keep it that way.
Can see the ease the day begins as starlight surrenders.
My clothes together, clocks tic strong.
Put off a trip to Planktown.
We’ve California on our mind.
A week to visit my daughter and granddaughter.
And Toby of course. Ain’t got no horse.
I may glimpse the ocean when we’re flying in.
And pizza and burritos are I expect to reacquaint myself again.
We’ve more than a week but we’re getting ready.
We’re preparing, our thoughts are steady.
Been on our minds before it starts.
The West coast, ah. It’s in our hearts.
The love parade
Course i‘m drawing boats on the bay
a hundred of us in Golden Gate Park
The Sierra Nevadas,
deep shining stars,
you know, CA, we never did part.
this can’t be denied.
glistening globes
hang as drops on the branches.
splatter thickly on the front window.
one squirrel searches in the front yard
Impervious to the rain.
no walkers or passing vehicles this morning.
the only sound are drops hitting the gutters.
reading Michael Crichton’s Timeline.
planning clothes and whatnot for California.
summer is on the cusp;
how can you tell?
figuring what I’ll wear for two weeks
in California. home and now-state of my daughter.
and her husband and their daughter;
my friends Eddie, Lonesome Al and the rest of them.
of us, because we were thick together.
the years, the sunshine. a pat on the back.
i’ll keep it simple. Warm dry air
and Mexican food.
we won’t go by or pass over the Golden Gate.
but to no surprise, i’ll think of it,
and our boats and the various points
we’ve cruised around on the San Francisco Bay.
spots of light
clear as glass.
dotting the window panes.
it’s summer rains again.
like before.
we’ve got some more.
another down pour.
warm rain again.
rabbits and robins
are most happpy fellas
can play in the rain
no need of umbrellas.
Everyone heard about it there is no denying.
Two blocks long when laid out.
From here to there.
Fifty-some degrees; feels colder. Some wind.
Old people are half the regulars.
a crowd of all forms.
extremes, sizes,
ages, colors,
country’s.
You get so much before other times develop.
Great golden yellow greets us this morning.
Saw two standout scarlet cardinals first thing.
The rest of the yard is overly still.
One small cute squirrel then a guy and his dog walked by.
Dark grey clouds behind brightly sunlit trees.
The yard, bush and tree green has certainly developed.
The tree buds have become leaves.
Mark it down: trees went from bald sticks
to the wonder of leafed out, colorful springtime.
Even slow branches with few leaves
have filled with water and turned a healthy dark brown.
Rabbits are in our yard.
We drove back from the store and right there
on the side of the drive was one of our rabbits.
They’ve become daring. Makes me cautious.
I mean I hope they’ll be cautious.
I don’t want them overly comfortable with the traffic.
I hope they pay attention and keep out of the way.
I shouldn’t have to worry about wild rabbits.
Thick traffic some days.
worked at a radio station on sunset boulevard
Out the window I often Saw Groucho take
a morning Walk.
Recording studios were nearby.
For me ten or fifteen minutes to home in north Hollywood.
Or down the street to Santa Monica pier.
Took my kids to La Brea Tar Pits.
and to BingTheater where we saw Ray Bolger the
Scare crow from The Wizard Of Oz dance and sing
To Singing In The Rain.
Sun shiney warm Hollywood.
Woke up to them going around.
Chasing, frolicking from one side to the other.
Sprinkles of rain are about to happen.
Moving quickly from side to side.
Can’t tell who’s the leader.
Large bunnies, swift moving.
Have they been running all night?
It’s eight o’clock, started to sprinkle. They’re gone.
We watch as the bunny carefully builds her nest.
Read about how they work, what to expect.
Get into a routine and lose track of our bunny.
All for sure is finished, then it reappears.
Is it our mother bunny to be or not?
Meri keeps looking. I make notes and worry
as reports of bunnies movements come in.
In and out of the nest too quickly. What is happening?
This I said is her nest when it is for sure a nest.
An who is the male rabbit that sits and watches?
Bunnies don’t have much protection from predators
they can run and those big feet are built for kicking.
Keeps deer away.
We like to see deer around.
However, they eat our good plants.
Can’t blame ‘em for being hungry.
Squirrels are out. It seems warmer.
But squirrels come out when snow is on the ground.
For clarification on my report of anything squirrel:
I’m not or have I ever been a squirrel watcher.
If there were buses here,
And places to go on them
then I’d stamp my ticket
and have a look up and down the town.
Below our widow
Been working all night.
Two bunnies prepare.
She builds, he overlooks.
After eight, she needs to rest now.
A mouthful of grass or pine needles at a time.
she's gone now. will return this evening.
newborn bunnies could be covered up in there.
Sure we don’t have it perfect.
It’s completely cloudy. Grey looking.
No traffic, walkers or animals.
Not a breeze.
Give it a few hours. See what happens.
I’m coffeed out. Nothing scheduled now.
I’ll review what I’ve written to see how it is.
Decide where to go from here.
The jazz orchestra hits it.
haven’t heard them for two months and we’re ready.
Charts like the top bands of the 1930’s to today.
Oberlin college teaches them kids to be hot cats.
quiet, waiting for 7:30 p.m.
Finney Chapel twelve hundred wooden pews,
below and balcony, a long way up to the wooden ceiling.
a fully charged spiritual concert hall that swings.
the toughest songs to interpret
are the ones with words
without music.
Nod your head,
Snap your fingers.
easy take along
Smooth riding to Trader Joe.
Thirty minutes.
Traffic light, feeling right
Tina’s brother with the gold record …
Never met him, never saw him.
Why don’t more people stop their car on the freeway to get a sandwich out of the backseat? Meri asked.
I like the history of what happened when we were young or before. A generation prior.
