Thursday, October 2, 2014
I don't know if our upper lips are stiff or just really really dry.
No, what am I saying? Come hell or low water, we are the many, the brave, the Angelenos; we'll keep our peckers up, alfresco.
For example, I now wash dishes in the garden so I can water plants without breaking any laws. Also, I take the face, hair, and apres-hike rinses outside. Seems to me, the full monty is just around the corner.
And why not? The water from the hose is warm, sometimes disturbingly so. Privacy isn't an issue; fortunately, before I even bought this place, good neighbors made good fences. Tall ones, anyway.
I cut my coat according to my cloth, and, if necessary, I can ditch the coat entirely.
Labels: California drought