Death in a Tent

I thought this image might be abstractly apropos for this week. Scary Easter bunny. If you're a regular reader, you'll notice that this is a recycled image. Whatever. I really didn't have anything of importance to show you from the old iPhone, so here ya go.

The title for this entry has to do with fumigation, which is something, it seems, our homey little condo complex needs to undergo ASAP. Seems they found termites in the building (not in our unit, I don't think, but they'd get here soon enough). So everybody gets to cough up $1,000 and move out for a weekend in July while they tent the place up and spew poisonous gases into our abodes.

Gotta bag up the food and wash all the plates and utensils before we use them after. Also, the aquarium needs to be sealed up, because I don't think we can find a place to board the fish. The cats can go live at Heavenly Pet Resort, The Best Little Cat House in Pasadena or The Cat's Pajamas. Whatever is cheapest.

As for us, this just might be the excuse we need to head up to Eureka for four or five days so Steve can check the town out and get an idea of the area and what it might be like to retire there. I trolled around some on line and found this picture. This is what I like about Eureka: there isn't this much green in all of Southern California. Also, cool days, ocean breezes, lots of rainy days and lush, lush forest everywhere you turn.

I've been pen-palling with one of the columnists at the local paper there, and she's given me some great pointers about places to visit, things to do, local hang-outs. Mostly, things that locals do every day, to get an idea of what it would be like to live up there. Also, there's a VA clinic and the state university and an airport just a few miles from the center of town.

The thing I like about it is the town has remained fairly unchanged since the end of World War II and, except for an influx of hippies and tree-huggers in the '70s and '80s, has remained a small town, even with the addition of an outlet mall at the south end of town.

We'll definitely fly up (there's even a daily direct flight out of LAX) and rent a car once we get up there. This will be nice, since we haven't had a real vacation for almost three years now.

So, look out vermin, here comes the Orkin man (or someone like him).