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RIDIN' AROUND

I worry that Booker lacks stimulation with only one dad so we both took a ride this afternoon. Mostly out to the Bogert Trail, high up overlooking South Palm Springs.

An old reliable ride. We just sit at the top of the hill and smell, look and listen.

We stopped back at the old neighborhood and rode around. More houses for sale than before.

We went past "our" house and there was no charge to it anymore. No outrage at what he had done to it, mostly paint. No worry about the plants. The ocotillo was in bloom.

It is kind of messy out front. A big pile of debris in front of the front stone dry wall. The first thing that we put in.

It has been two years for it to become not-our-house anymore.

Over.

Labels: history, neighborhood