White lilacs are supposed to be pretty rare, and I was excited to see a bush at Neal and Stu's house in Big Bear. We were up there to housesit and watch Norman, a German Shepherd with a goofy sense of humor. Not only were there white lilacs all over, but there were all types and all types of purple. It was magic, seeing all the lilacs and wondering how they had adapted at that altitude. The magic did not last. We had gone back to spring in travelling up to about 7000'. Getting away from the boat was a good idea, but then we started sneezing, noses dripping and eyes itching to the point of catatonic behavior. Spring had sprung its dirty trick on us in big ways. Here we were with all sorts of wonderful things to do and we were crippled by an unseen terror: pollen. We were ticked. But there was tv to watch - we only get five regular channels on the boat and 65 Asian channels. |
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