Monday morning

It's Monday morning. The sky to the west has at its base a ribbon of blue, then salmon then a lighter blue. There are a few high clouds making their way in with the surf.. It's a chilly morning with only one of the few houses I can see from the hotel window having turned on any lights inside.
Yesterday's "Woofstock" at a local park was well attended. The competitions ranging from the pet/owner look-a-like contest to the best pet trick contest seemed to keep everyone involved. The dogs and people in attendance were on their best behavior as I didn't witness any fights nor did I see or step in any messes.
Last night I dreamt of a conversation with a dog and a cat. I don't remember much about the conversation other than it seemed real comfortable and natural. The only surprising thing was seeing the cat walk down a hill on its hind legs. Since I can't find a professional interpretation of a dream about cat's walking I must surmise that maybe we've descended not from monkeys but maybe cats...or maybe a combination of the two.
A city owned garbage truck just drove by. What an odd looking piece of equipment.
Now the sky to the west has at its base dark blue, a vague reddish tint turning more white and then an even lighter blue. One of the long clouds now looks like it has stepped into the sun's spotlight. At least its not speaking to me...yet.
The wind is calm. I can hear the surf in the distance and, as a bicyclist passes by I can see a man changing a tire on an old fifth-wheel trailer just across the street. He's wearing a hooded sweatshirt advertising something...I can't quite make it out. There goes an 80's vintage Chrysler. So far everything seems to be in order. I'm glad that I'm not the guy running a jackhammer in the distance...I think I'd rather drink coffee than bust concrete at 0722.

Nose Cleaning

I've been thinking of having my nose professionally cleaned. I don't believe I've ever had it done before. I've done it myself but it seems like there might be more to it..more that a professional might be able to do.
There are dead leaves on the lawn...must be that time of year again. It sounds cliche but I really don't know where the summer went.
The house in the picture is in Eureka. It's the Carson house. The house was built in the 1880s at a cost of $85Gs. With the exception of a restaurant that was built on to the west side it's off limits to the public. Those choosing to attempt to dine in the restaurant must meet a stringent dress code. You can see part of the restaurant on the lower left side of the house.
I can't imagine what it would be like to have my house under water or be stuck in it with no electricity, television, radio and having to give some serious thought to eating the microwavable chicken casserole that's been in the freezer since before the dawn of man. I simply can't imagine how terrible that world would be.