Yesterday morning I looked out the glass front door and there was a big black cow staring back at me.  Behind her was a brown one.  I grabbed the camera and opened the door to take a pic (damn! dead battery) and they both ran off up the road.

Later I went outside to find there were great big cow footprints (double damn) all over the newly sprouted grass I have been nurturing for weeks.

And I have to ride the ferry to get more grass seed.  And it is raining again.  And cold enough to be March.  Kvetch kvetch. I know it doesn’t often get hot here, but right now it barely touches 50 most days. 

I am told this weather is probably the result of global warming, and when I make what I intend to be a dry remark suggesting that au contraire it is not warm but COLD, exactly one hundred per cent of the time someone very patiently explains to me that global warming is just a general term, and that, in fact, some places will actually get cooler and the sea levels are predicted to rise and… 

And then I have to remember all over again that, on the whole, Americans don’t do irony.  (For any American following this, when I write dry remark I do not mean a not raining remark.  And I do know global warming predicts more rain in some areas and drought in others, okay?)

Oh well, at least our version of global warming is good grass growing weather. Meanwhile, I have thought up a get rich slow scheme.

The geniuses at the County have changed the ferry prices.  There are 29 different tariffs depending on whether you have a ticket or pay with cash and what size vehicle you’ve got.  No one seemed to have noticed that it is cheaper to be a walk on passenger with a bike than a walk on passenger without a bike.

So I am thinking I could go on over to the res and round up some rusty old bicycles then rent them out to tourists to take with them on the ferry.  I figure I could make a profit of at least 50 cents a bike.

See what a cheerful, proactive person I have become?