After a wonderful trip to San Francisco, then Vacaville to visit, Rocklin for dinner, and back to Napa to visit kids, we returned home yesterday. As we entered the river-bottom area, I started looking at the Sycamore trees.
Almost every leaf is now a brilliant yellow, but amazingly, most are still hanging tightly to the limbs of the tree. I was quite surprised, as I anticipated the wind we had while we were absent, would have brought down the majority of leaves. But it sure didn't. A few more were on the ground than before, but not nearly the carpet of leaves I expected.
Sharon commented how beautiful the trees are dressed in their Fall Finery, and they certainly are that.
The dogs spent the days in the kennel at our vet, and were mighty glad to see us return. With the fireplace warming the house, and dogs spread out on the couch, things were normal again.
I had a rather embarrassing event while we were gone. Embarrassing in that it could have been prevented.
I parked the truck in a parking structure across from the hotel, only to learn it would not crank hard enough to start the diesel engine when I went to leave San Francisco. After a 30-minute wait, and a few unproductive efforts, I was soon on my way again.
A stop at a Kragan auto-parts store in Vacaville, and I learned the terminals were corroded. I seriously doubted it could be THAT corroded, but maybe. So bought a terminal brush and a little foaming spray. After 15 minutes effort, the terminals had been cleaned, sprayed, removed and replaced, and I was a bit chagrined to discover it cranked briskly. So, now I have to schedule a terminal-cleaning about every 6 months.
The column needs finishing today. I need to get some pictures to go with the column.
1 comment:
I hate cleaning battery terminals. but I love Globe Drive and all the colors. JC
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