For being such a 100% gorgeous day, Saturday, November 29th turned oddball early on. First of all I called my friend’s dad, Clarence. I know his name is Leonard. I only said it wrong twice. Leonard Hansen was Woodlake’s famous World War II POW.
He was on the Tulare County Office of Education Board of Education. I worked there. I’m Tulare County’s History Gal. We filmed a video about his experiences. I called him Clarence. It promised to be an odd day.
Then I picked up Robert Edmiston. He had promised to show me landmarks in Elderwood that I didn’t know. So we went to the Woodlake High School Farm. I couldn’t see a single crop. How odd was that?
The 100 year old palms listed oddly
California is in the middle of a drought. Hardly a drop of water sits idle. Sally, Linda and I easily amble around the circumference of Bravo Lake in an hour. Farmers pumped Tulare Lake dry over 150 years ago. The only ferry in Central California is Bill Ferry.
Someone in Elderwood replicated Easter Island. This individual wanted to redevelop the Mini-Ha-Ha Ranch and destroyed the 100-year-old stately palm trees that lines the access road by setting them on fire.
Palm tree trunks don’t burn well. This violent act clearly disturb the Plane Gods.
Someone left the door open at Elda School.
The only native stand of blue oaks left is not in a nature preserve, but sits in a hog wallow field across from an orange grove in Elderwood.
The signs are all there, but where’s the road? Robert pointed out Lone Oak Mountain in the background. The lone oak died.
I don’t think I forgot to put the car in park. Sometimes my Prius doesn’t turn off when I press the off button. Sometimes it doesn’t go into park. Even so, it shouldn’t have gone backwards. Usually, when it doesn’t turn off, it goes forwards while I’m still in the car, and I press it again. This time it sat still as though it was really in park, so I got out and took a picture. Then I looked around to see the car starting to take off! I ran towards the car as it moved gently backwards and tried to stop it, but I fell out of the car as I tried to get in. I don’t know how Robert got in the driver’s seat. The car didn’t crash. I bit the dust, but the car didn’t run over me, nor did the open car door jab me in the face. My camera, which I threw on the ground as I fell, could still shoot pictures.
The autofocus doesn’t work any more. Thanksgiving paid it forward for me. Another one of my X# lives with only one little scratch on my elbow!
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