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2000 Feet

    Hey everyone. I hope you are having a good week. Yesterday, when I went to work, there was a bit of a shock when I reached the valley. I live a couple of thousand feet higher, on a small mountain. There is usually about a 4 or 5 degree difference in temperature which can run as much as 10 degrees. Not a huge deal, sometimes, but if its 36 and raining in the valley, then its 31 and snowing at my house. We have snowfall similar to New York. But I digress. Right now it is spring when I get to the valley. There is Forsythia blooming yellow, Bradford Pears with their white blossoms and the pink of Crab Apples. At my house, spring runs about two weeks late, which is a drag. Its sort of like when you were a kid and the other kids had ice cream and you had a raw potato. You just feel left out.
      At least I don't have to drive in snow and ice right now, so I am grateful for that. We do have a few Easter flowers blooming. I noticed that the Redbuds were coming out in the valley. They are so pretty and always such a harbinger of spring.
    My wife and I were at the creek today and saw a big crawdad. This is like a small redneck lobster, very small. When I was a kid we used to go to a creek and catch them just for fun. In places like Louisiana they catch a 'mess' of them and have a feast. Not really something I want to eat but I certainly can see how they might be good?
    I hate to admit it but I am fighting off the temptation to buy an I-Pad 2. There! I've said it out loud. I've been told that it is good therapy to voice your failures. I love my I-Pad as it is and certainly don't need the Deuce, but it would be a cool toy. It is supposed to be much faster and should be great for gaming graphics. It has the ability to see someone as you talk to them (facetime). You can record video on it, also. However, I am a practical man and not much of a waster. It would seem to be a bit much to think that a device that is about a year old is obsolete. If this were true, how would I have to feel about myself when I'm in my fifties?
    Pardon me as I ramble. I saw on Pulse where Bob Dylan is going to perform in China in April. Seems pretty cool, thinking about the Chinese folks grooving to some of Bob's philosophical tunes. Will they shell out the 280 yuan to see him? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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