California Dreaming…

“I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree…”

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“Having made these noble trees an especial study during the past year, I approach them always, I may say, with reverence.

As giants and patriarchs of the forest they stand alone. Nowhere throughout the world can be found living trees that are more majestic and inspiring….

It is a pleasure to linger in the redwoods to contemplate their greatness….

The trees are grand without being oppressive; noble but not arrogant; lords of the soil that do not impoverish the land. ”

F.H. Clark “Forestry; Redwoods,”

Annual Report of the State Board of Horticulture of the State of California, for 1891

To Err is Human – to lie is bad…really bad

The King was in the Counting House counting all the Rubles..

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Sing a song of six guys

A pocket full of wry…

Four and twenty senators
Involved in a scheme.

When the scheme was opened
The News Anchors  began to sing;
Wasn’t that a Gotcha dish,
To set before the king!

The king was at the Golf Course
Counting all his Rubles
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating Blini, Pelmeni and Knish

The aid was in the garden,
Whiting out and deleting  files, documents, secret papers

When down came an FBI undercover whirlly bird
And pecked off the news.

Real News, Actual Factual, Authenticated, UnBiased, Professional News

 

Commit

Meeting Planners! White House is hiring

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#45  Put a Meeting Planner in Charge of Both

 New York and New Jersey’s Billions of Dollar Budget

Housing Programs.

This is not Fake News.

No Experience Required

According to New York Magazine, the most recent hire is said to be  very qualified for a job overseeing Billions of Taxpayer Dollars because she planned Eric Trump’s wedding.

 In addition, she worked at some of Eric’s infamous ‘Celebrity’ Golf Tournaments. Uh oh…Eric’s nefarious Charity Golf Scams are under pretty intencse scrutiny by the US Government. ( The Real Government)

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“All you need is a tiny bit of experience.”

Create

No one told them about high tide

Every five years, a tsunami hits.

Rober and Laura were tired of City living and were at the point, they would do anything to get away from the noise, pollution, the density and the filth.

They attended a wedding on the island and fell in love with the sky, the water and the solitude. Their real estate agent swiflty found a newly built home, put the sales package together and was off on a trek to Himalayas. 

Laura could not have been happier. She carefully unpackced their belongings before they had to travel to Egypt for a month-long meeting about Climate and Change.

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The night they returned to their beautiful new home –  there were strong winds, then rain.

Rober said he had never heard a noise like the one that rumbled outside their home that night. It sounded like a train – a massive train – traveling at high speed. WIthin a minute they heard the ocean barrelling towards their home.

Tsunami.

 

 

 

Volume

A cup of Con fefe every morning?

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We start each morning with a “Hiya, sun!”

That’s our abbreviated   Sun Salute.

A colorful fruit plate is our traditional weekday breakfast. Never the same -each day is a mealnge of seasonal sweet fruits. We toss in a few mini-berry muffins or hardboiled eggs. Voila!

Our stove top has special copper pot where each day we brew an addictive, floral concoction my granddad, Con, named Con Fefe – a name our family and friends have all used for decades.

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We were tickled to learn #45 had copied our recipe.

Revelation

She said he was Boorish with no Polish. Half right.

Cynthia fell for the much older, wealthy man with the Maserati, condo on Nob Hill, house in Tahoe and a “place” in the desert.

It took two months of razzle-dazzle dates: jaunts to the Napa for lunch at Auberge du Soleil and wine tastings, dinner at the notoriously expensive Season, a weekend at the “Desert House” (a luxurious five-bedroom manse with a stunning kitchen bigger than her condo with a walk-in refrigerator; pool; orchid forest, etc) before she really “got” him.

Beguiled by his wealth, “toys,” trips and small, but expensiv trinkets from Tiffany’s, she eventually woke up. 

Harold said he had accumulated a great deal of wealth first in the liquor business, then in real estate, and as a result of some very “shrewd” investments.

Google the Guy

Cynthia’s very best friend, Patsi, was impressed by the enormous wealth of this  guy and was delighted to see her friend swept off her feet, enjoying such a romantic tryst with a real tycoon.

Curiosity prompted her to Google, Harold Cowle, the self-proclaimed multi-millionaire. Patsi the paralegal knew how to dig deep for details and what to her wondering eyes should appear – details indicating old Harold had kept some pretty risque company. A few of his pals were wearing orange jump suits at white-collar crime “joint.”

Actually, Harold was of Polish origin – his legal name was Kowalczyk of the infamous clan involved in Bernie Madoff type Ponzi schemes.

Based on these reports, Cynthia broke it off with Daddy Big Bucks and tells all her single girls friends to Google the Guy, every time.

The party is over.

 

 

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