Espola's newest neighborhood

My first year college roommate went back for a visit and sent a picture of my side.

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It turns out that the home stool-sample collection process is not as straight-forward as one might assume. I blew the chance yesterday because I didn't read all three of the instruction sheets before I started. Along the way, I learned a new usage for the word "deposit".

When I finally got to the lab department reception desk, I handed the young lady my triple-sealed envelope and said "I'm going to guess that you know what this is." "Yes, I do."
 
Today's real-life adventures --

After dropping off my sample at the HMO lab, I got caught up in traffic because a pedestrian accident on I-156 North just south of Lake Hodges had resulted in the closure of all northbound lanes except the car-pool lanes for "cleaning" because a pedestrian had been hit multiple times during the darkest part of the night. As fate would have it, I thought that a short round trip would be a good time to exercise the old truck with the cracked radiator. The stop and go traffic is the worst condition, of course, so I had steam coming out of the hood by the time I got home.

My cellphone rang so I swiped the answer icon without realizing that the phone ID said Scam Likely. I let the guy start his spiel for something like National Police Academy Foundation, and at the first opportunity to respond I told he had been ID'ed as Scam Likely. He thanked me for my time and hung up.

Later in the day, I got a cellphone call from my daughter. She was at a birthday party for a friend and had received a Facebook friend request from someone using my name and some of the public information on my FB page. She got into a short conversation with the guy in which he showed a limited command of English. I contacted FB security and after a few minutes they sent me this message --

We removed a profile that your friend reported because it doesn't follow our Community Standards. We let the profile owner know that it's been removed, but not who reported it.

We're sorry that you had this experience. If in the future you come across someone impersonating you, please let us know:​
 
I get a chuckle every time I visit the Vista Flower House, since they operate under one of the limited number of Vista City dispensary licenses and are actually located about 500 feet out of the city limits, in unincorporated San Diego County, where such a business is illegal (or at least unlicensed - I think the issue may be pending in court). I mentioned this to some of the other customers while waiting my turn today and one of them said: "I know, but it's more fun knowing that it's not really legit".
 
I find it interesting that the Democrats are requiring prospective participants in the next debate session to prove that they are debate-worthy by showing that they are capable of raising campaign money, not on whether they have any good ideas that ought to be debated.
 
I posted this already elsewhere, but I repost it here for the benefit of a narrower audience.

This shows a fig tree growing up within one of the landscape bushes outside our apartment. Every few months the gardeners come by and trim the bush (and thus the tree) back into the desired shape. The fig is destined to show its true fig nature, and it survives by accepting for a time the pretty shape ordained by forces it does not understand.

I feel a poem bursting to get out. If I just rearrange the punctuation, is that close enough to free verse already?

 
San Diego Public Library is not accepting holds on books for a few weeks while they update their computer systems. So Saturday I took a nice hike over Point Loma mapped out to include a stop at the Point Loma Branch where resided the SDPL's copy of the Toyota maintenance manual relevant to my pickup. (Third time for the same book, this time for studying the cooling system - so far things look bleak).

Route 28 bus along Rosecrans from Old Town, then walked up Nimitz, down Voltaire, with a lot of walking around in OB at the end before finding the 35 bus stop to get back to Old Town. I had hoped but did not know for sure that The Black is still open. The lady behind the counter (much younger than me, but too old to be a beach groupie) didn't seem to be impressed when I told her I first came into the store in 1972. At least she didn't say something like "Shh - keep it quiet. Look how you turned out".

I probably should have gone up Chatsworth from an earlier Route 28 bus stop instead of Nimitz. Nimitz is shorter but* it is like a street trying to grow up someday to be a freeway, and one of its freeway-like features is lack of sidewalks over many long stretches.

*I took a leadership seminar wherein the facilitator suggested that whenever we use the word "but" in communication to consider whether "and" might work as well, even though in some cases it might result in a slightly different meaning. This "but" is deserved.
 
San Diego Public Library is not accepting holds on books for a few weeks while they update their computer systems. So Saturday I took a nice hike over Point Loma mapped out to include a stop at the Point Loma Branch where resided the SDPL's copy of the Toyota maintenance manual relevant to my pickup. (Third time for the same book, this time for studying the cooling system - so far things look bleak).

Route 28 bus along Rosecrans from Old Town, then walked up Nimitz, down Voltaire, with a lot of walking around in OB at the end before finding the 35 bus stop to get back to Old Town. I had hoped but did not know for sure that The Black is still open. The lady behind the counter (much younger than me, but too old to be a beach groupie) didn't seem to be impressed when I told her I first came into the store in 1972. At least she didn't say something like "Shh - keep it quiet. Look how you turned out".

I probably should have gone up Chatsworth from an earlier Route 28 bus stop instead of Nimitz. Nimitz is shorter but* it is like a street trying to grow up someday to be a freeway, and one of its freeway-like features is lack of sidewalks over many long stretches.

*I took a leadership seminar wherein the facilitator suggested that whenever we use the word "but" in communication to consider whether "and" might work as well, even though in some cases it might result in a slightly different meaning. This "but" is deserved.
You are spying on me!
 
I thought I posted this already. Didn't I post this?

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Dewy morning with cucumbers (impressionistic blurring effects thanks to essential tremor)

I haven't tried to raise cucumbers since we moved here. This year my wife brought home a packet of seeds, so I planted some and thinned back to 12 plants in half of one of my planter boxes (down to 11 now). They are showing pretty little yellow blossoms and the vines tried to take over the stack of patio chairs in the corner - I moved most of them but left them one to climb on.
 
I thought I posted this already. Didn't I post this?

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Dewy morning with cucumbers (impressionistic blurring effects thanks to essential tremor)

I haven't tried to raise cucumbers since we moved here. This year my wife brought home a packet of seeds, so I planted some and thinned back to 12 plants in half of one of my planter boxes (down to 11 now). They are showing pretty little yellow blossoms and the vines tried to take over the stack of patio chairs in the corner - I moved most of them but left them one to climb on.

I got some inexpensive shade fabric today at Lowe's in Escondido. I noticed that the leaves were wilting when in the direct sun too long, and watering didn't help much - they didn't fill out again until the building shadow returned. I think I bought about twice what I need here.
 
On the bus today, another passenger noticed I was reading Siege and asked me what I thought of t. I said he was a criminal lunatic and should have had his ass dumped out in the street already if it weren't for the cowards in Congress.

After that we were good buddies, talking about adobo and sushi and different Navy ports of call until he got off the bus in Kearney Mesa.
 
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