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Saturday, August 18, 2018

THE POOP LADY

       We've stopped traveling for while so there's not much to write about except the poop lady.  More on her later.  

    After rolling 7000 miles we've hunkered down in a beach house on Monterey Bay. But who wants to read about that?  Relatives drop in  with their kids. We have a blast playing with them but it doesn't make for a Grove Guy story.
 



    
   Brother Bruce?  He stopped by for Francesca's bread baking class.  Afterwards he got crazy and fixed an electrical outlet.
 
   Pi was a big help.

    Adam, former Miamian turned Santa Cruz surfer, came over with his friend, Tatiana.  We took them on the trestle walk. This is what 4 p.m. can look likeThere's a beach and an ocean somewhere down below.

     If I'm putting you to sleep, sorry. We're settled in for a while.

     Everyday we walk on the beach where the Pacific ocean is Slurpee cold. 
     

Fortunately the nearby pool is heated but that's not something you want to read about either. 

  

Maybe you're interested in moving out here.  There's a house for sale, just two blocks from the beach. 


   It's 300 square feet include a kitchen, bedroom, bath and a long list of the drugs the architect was on when he designed it. 
It can be yours for  $1.4 million.


     Good stories are scarce when you're barely moving but this week was the exception. Five of us were walking down the trail that leads to the ocean, the one that passes a local sewage station. We've seen it many times marveling how the churning poop water does not stink.



     The poop water is aerated in this vat.  Once a dog fell in, we learned, and someone pulled him out. Pity the person who had to drive him home.

    That day we saw a truck and a county employee sampling the brown liquid. We waved and she waved back. That's how our sewage maintenance facility tour began.
 
   The waste water expert showed us how how the poop separates from the rest. The girls said, "Euww!".



   Michelle, the poop lady, was happy to have company as she explained, "I take everything you put down a sink -or toilet- and turn it into clean water and fertilizer". "Even baby wipes?", I asked.  She said there are exceptions, the things that don't decompose. The wipes, tampons, dental floss, and condoms must be removed by hand. "Of course, I wear gloves" she added.  
     Hearing this I shook her hand and thanked her.  Michelle gave Pi a dog treat explaining, "It's freeze-dried buffalo guts.  Dogs love 'em!"  We loved her tour and expressed our gratitude.

     So there's not much to write about now. We look offshore for whales but have not seen any yet. I trapped a couple of rats yesterday but so what? I do that back home.

     I expect I will have stories next week as we head to Burning Man once more. The tales are endless there.
 
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