Building the Wall

This is the clear area for drainage to the street. The fence is the property line.









This is a view from the end of the driveway, looking toward the front door. No caps are on the pillars yet and the concrete bricks show before the stucco is added.

Is there a place called "home" anymore?

On a rainy day like this, I tend to stay at home and that is dangerous! For I begin to "think." (Whoa! Oh well, perhaps it is only a hallucination!)

Don't know where the idea about "home" originated, but I suppose that it rises out of the fact that I live in two places on a fairly regular basis with my legal home being in Reno, Nevada, but with a concomitant home in Sacramento, California.

I also have a "motor home" and hope to use that extensively in the next few years. For all practical purposes, I have become a Gypsy, traveling from place to place, never putting down the roots of permanence.

If I have no roots, where is my stake in my community and what does that mean regarding the status of culture.

Oh well! Y'all take care hear?