I would like to thank everyone who sent me wishes for a happy birthday yesterday. Most folks who know me well know that I have always disliked celebrating my birthday and in fact, usually get depressed when it rolls around. Of course I’m glad to be alive, but I don’t like thinking about how many years are represented in this gypsy’s life – actually the number itself rather than the time I’ve spent on earth.
There are many advantages to being older and I appreciate them. The downside is the onset of irritating physical difficulties and a degree of short term memory loss. I have been noticing lately how difficult it is sometimes to turn the key in the ignition of my truck. I don’t remember having the problem when I drove a jeep, and wonder if it is attributable to Ford, to a 1 ton truck, or just plain old arthritis. I’m starting to wonder if some day I won’t be able to start my truck, and at what inconvenient moment that will happen. What will I do then?
Things are looking up for me to be working at Dinosaur National Monument in Utah next summer. I know – summer in Utah will be brutal. But with the elevation I’m hoping at least it will cool off at night. It will probably mean that I will have to leave the air conditioning running for the dog during the day while I’m working.
Speaking of air conditioning, I think I’ve run it one day when the outside temperature in Orland CA reached the 100F mark. Normally I can get by with the ceiling fan and open windows, but this once I thought maybe I should try the a/c to see if it worked. It did, and in fact cooled the entire rig in just a matter of minutes. But then it wouldn’t go off unless I manually turned it off. It didn’t matter that I had the thermostat set to 80F, it kept on running and I got so cold I just turned it off. After several times of doing that I gave up and was just happy I have a ceiling fan. I’m not sure what I can do if the temps in the high desert require the use of a/c next summer. It makes me try to remember – what did dogs do in the old days when it got hot. Then I recall they usually dug in the dirt somewhere in a shady spot to try to stay cool.