Sunday, October 19, 2014

Your Sunday Photo: Zuri Pretends Not To Noice The New Chair

But not for long . . .

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Spooky Water Woes


Drought stricken Cambria put on a brave face and her town full of scarecrows soldiered on, while thousands of visitors filled the streets and sidewalks and businesses, gawking, snapping pics, shopping and having a wonderful time.

The public restroom was closed so visitors were presented  instead with a long line of large porta-potties.  And I’m sure if anyone went into a restaurant they had to specifically ask for a glass of water and were probably lucky if they didn't get The Soup Nazi as a waiter who would yell at them, "No Water For YOU!"

Being the topic du jour, water scarcity was also on the scarecrows’ minds. And they all had suggestions on ways to conserve water.


I spoke to one shop owner who likely spoke for all the shop owners: They were delighted to see all the visitors since tourism is Cambria’s life blood, but were rather resentfully envious thinking about all those (unrestricted) visitors taking long, hot showers in their motel rooms while the rest of the town had to make do with 3- minute sluicings and dead lawns.

And so I offered a modest proposal: A Chamber of Commerce ad campaign that promised a Cambria resident would come with every motel room and would join the visitor in their nice hot, unlimited water shower stall to act as a professional soaping-up back-scrubber .

I know.  I doubt the Chamber will go for it either. 

The Scarecrow Festival continues until the end of the month so if you get a chance, go up and see all of them, including this wonderful fellow. 


Be sure to bring a bottle of water. And after scarecrowing, head up to Sebastian’s for a sandwich and a visit from a real non-scared crow.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Your Sunday Photos

Zuri Waits For The Green Beans . . .

. . . . And Bones Did Rain Down From The Skies . . .

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Souffle Redux

The old order passeth.  In this case, my 1975 stove (a built-in which came with the house, said stove which they don't make any more, at least not the same size) finally bit the dust.  The oven solenoid thingee was kaput and it was now illegal to import the part into California without breaking the law and/or engaging in some nefarious work-arounds. And, yes, I seriously considered doing just that after pricing new stoves, especially "drop-in, shove--in types" which, for some reason, are more expensive than regular old stand alone ones. 

But then I looked at the rusted-through holes in the enameled metal top of my 39 year-old Harvest Gold stovetop, and listened to the hideous squeak of the oven door that no amount of WD-40 could fix, and then drove down the street to talk to the nice folks at  Central Coast appliance. 

I'll be eating beans and franks for a year to pay for this puppy, but at least I can bake a cake.  Or endless loaves of zucchini bread from the unstopable damned Zombie Zucchini plant out in the garden that's still churning out its bounty even though Halloween is just around the corner. 

 Or, better yet, dig out my old souffle dish and go for broke! 

Sunday, October 05, 2014

Your Sunday Photos

Photos by Cheri Frost