Monte Rio's Rio Fest tomorrow - Sunday

                               JUST a reminder

                        The Friends of Monte Rio

       invites you visit the Monte Rio Amphitheater

                                  from 2 pm to 6 pm

Robin Hood (1938)

 

Who, but ROBIN HOOD,

 could stand stand toe-to-toe,

  with the Swordsmanship of Basil Rathbone,

   and the Skullduggery of Clause Rains,

    but ERROL FLYNN.!.!.!.!

 

In those days (1938),

 it was real, the swordsmanship.

 

I’d like people to take a hard look at the deadline date, Friday July 16, for the 2021-22 Sonoma County Grand Jury.  I’m happy to help you in any way that I can, to fulfill this community service payback.

Like so many things wrapping up this July 4^th is almost the Pandemic for California, but not quite.  One of those not so quite yet is the Grand Jury, which has just finished a stellar year, zoomed like everyone else, but produced a down to earth set of reports.

I’ve heard that next year’s applicants are unsure about how next year will work: meetings together or apart; interviews – online or in person; classes – video or supervised; plenary decision making?

58 California Counties somehow made it work last year and produced their best reports.  All the answers are there.  I will consult with you, the civic-minded, curious person to make a major decision for you and your County.  Post Q&A’s on Facebook or send me an e-mail, TuesdayPeter@Gmail.com, or call me (707) 865-9517.

I am the local Sonoma County Chapter President of the California Grand Jury Association.

The Friends of Monte Rio are back in providing Community services

 

Mother’s Day Reflections

           I wrote 4-5 months ago about my Winter Clematis, erotically aromatic, but the flowering dies back at Springtime.  Then more recently, I wrote about my Springtime Clematis, which has a weak, cloying aroma, but again is a short season.  Today, I saw my first Summer Clematis, a beautiful, fragile flower with only the faintest of aromas.

That’s two firsts this weekend.  I saw my first Passion Flower yesterday.  I wonder if we are going to have to change the dates, millennially stable, of the seasons, now that there is world-wide recognition of Global Warming [with the excepti0n of 0.5% of the world population, who represent a cult in North America that is very powerful].  This cult believes in dying personally rich, rather than their progeny dying healthy.

The Pandemic has allowed those of us, educated in Free States, to watch and understand the effects of global warming on the back-yard gardens we grow.  I am also grateful that I live in a State that considers Public Health of paramount concern .  As a Veteran and Retiree, I depend on the State and the USA to cover my back.

Ignoring Global Warming and its impacts is not good for my back.

ps: My Tater Garden loves the early Summer

My 1st Passion Flower this year - May 8th

           After we went through a week of Arctic chills, 2-3 months ago, I feared I had lost my Passion Flower vine to frost bite.  This vine dominates my north eastern fence line with a new neighbor.

Harmony in Graton somewhat put me at ease last month, when I checked with them.  They told me, “It’s far too early for Passion vine”.  But I was overjoyed today, while I was getting rid of tendrils of invasive Virginia Creeper vine, to uncover my first flower of this year from one of my strongest Passion Flower vines.

To those of you who saw my Mother’s Day card yesterday, you might believe, if you wish, that this flower was a response to my card.

Santa Rosa Computers

 

I had a pleasing, almost-post-Pandemic moment today, after I’d suffered the perennial catastrophe involving a bad computer software driver update being imposed upon one, unbeknownst to them.

There’s the panic moment when you can’t hear, print, or see what your silicon umbilical cord is trying to tell you.  Please, God, give me back my connection, I’ll do anything. [comic lines abound].

This was Sunday night; like a toothache, it always occurs when everyone has closed.  It was a long night – no news, no movie, my problem was a sound card.  I was at the shop, Santa Rosa Computer,  as they opened Monday morning.  “Yes”, I said, “expedite it.!”

The return call came before noon, and I was soon back.

“Hello,” came the familiar voice from the back fixit room, when he must have heard mine in the front, “Peter?”.

For travelers to and from Great Britain, there is no more comforting voice than that of the pilot of a BA aircraft, with a BBC voice, saying, “Welcome Aboard, I am your pilot.

That is the voice I heard from the back room.  I have been a customer for twenty years, and he has been the manager/owner all those years.  It was comforting and assuring that all was right with the world.-We chit-chatted about the impacts of the Pandemic on each of us.  It felt normal.

Tonight’s movie is “Kind Hearts  and Coronets”.