What a difference a day makes

It's true - a day can make a difference. Yesterday I woke up in Richland, Washington, faithfully ate my oatmeal and fresh vegetables, went about puppet practice, after which I picked up my packed bags and walked out the door, locking it securely behind me. Al whisked me away in a gas guzzling contrivance to an International airport and the next thing registering on my brain, is waking up to another day in Ventura County, California. Sounds quite simple doesn't it? Or maybe a little mysterious? Like capricious extraterrestrials stalked in, had their way with me, and faded into the canyons or middle earth or the cosmos,
But I am here - in California with the same sunny outlook and the 50's temperature I thought I left in the northerly latitudes. Oh, well, like the gambler remarked, "you can't win 'em all!" Putting natural environment aside, I did gain immeasureably - the company of my son, daughter-in-law and two tall and equally gorgeous grandchildren. Boy oh boy, what genes will do for one! Can't beat all the good stuff that heredity brings out when you're as lucky as Sherer's!
I crashed in a daybed in the computer room which sleeps the best! Really wouldn't have gone vertical if nature hadn't demanded. After a bit of visiting during breakfast the family went their separate ways and I was free to wonder at the backyard zoo. You should see the fat sassy squirrel licking water from the leaking sprinkler. It made its way across the lawn quite at home. When the California bunny made an appearance a different atmosphere desended. The squirrel went up the corner post quivering at the menacing confrontation of Captain in command. How extraordinary to see a precocious land based rodent send a distant relative up a tree and out of here, NOW!
From this day forward new and different adventures will undoubtedly occur. I can hardly wait!
Naomi Sherer