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One year at a time

| There are no catchy tunes to celebrate one's sixty-fifth birthday, unlike the sixty-fourth (See Chronicles, May 2007). I suppose "The old gray mare she ain't what she used to be" might be suitable, but that would be going too far.

Apache Peak fire
Apache Peak fire (Photo from MyDesert.com, uploaded by STM2727)

Instead of candles on a birthday cake, Mother Nature (or someone) lit the mountain on fire above Palm Springs. I huffed, and I puffed, but I could still not blow the fire out. Actually, it was Mother Nature who has done all the huffing and puffing, with winds gusting to 50mph or more for the past 36 hours. The fire is now said to have burned over 700 acres of wildland.

Mother Nature also livened things up last night with a minor shaker (magnitude 4.2) centered closeby.

The best birthday present, however, is that my tile guy is back on the job and by the end of today all the tiles should be laid. Then, let the grouting and sealing begin! Next week I should be able to clean and move the furniture back in. Woo-hoo!

Last updated on Sep 2, 2016

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