Streets of a Different Name

Dear Family and Friends,

Well once again I am running super late so I'm going to try to type this frantically so that our dinner appointment doesn't have to wait too long.

The roads up here in Palo Cedro are very special. First, there's the fact that at least half the ones we have to drive on are dirt. That's fun. Particularly when it has been raining for four days straight. But then there are the names. Asides from the named driveways, and the streets which have names but no signs, there are simply the names themselves. There is a Neverending Street which sadly you can see the end of. Then there is Dragonback next to Lancelot; Putt-Putt and Frisbie; Appalossa by both Harness and Bridle. Or there is even We-Too, Xanadu, Nubbin, and Hootenanny. Then there is a cluster of streets Pony Express, Dusty Spurr, and Last Frontier. Let's not forget Kings, Ezra, Nehemiah, Colossians, Corinthians, and Pharisee. South Cow Creek Rd is one of my favorites. But my very favorite are over in Shingletown. One neighborhood has Sleepy Hollow Ln, Figaro Dr, Cleo Dr, Clarabelle Ln, Bambi Dr, Thumper Dr, Tinkerbelle Ln, and best of all Chip-N-Dale Drive. Now how can anyone resist living on Chip-N-Dale? Maybe because you can also live on Star Trek Lane or Obi Wan Kenobi Rd. At least we have variety.

Other high points? People have been complaining ever since I got here that there hasn't been enough rain. Well it rained just about nonstop from Wednesday until Sunday morning and it started again this afternoon. This made tracting for several hours on Saturday especially fun. We were actually doing all right protected by our coats, but since it hadn't been raining too hard so we'd left our umbrellas in the car. I encouraged Sister Rowlands to park farther down the street, but she decided that I just hadn't wanted to walk up the hill to get back to it. So sure enough when we were leaving our last house way down the street it started pouring. By the time we got to the car we were absolutely soaked. That certainly makes life fun. We also went over to Sister Burton's (the less active lady who is simply too old to drive to church with a bad hip and has the 22 year old cat that can barely walk) and I got to meet her raccoons. Apparently she feeds raccoons every night--I should have gathered this from the raccoon wall paper in her kitchen. When we got there at 7:30 there were seven raccoons waiting at her glass door all sitting back on their hind legs expectantly and not long after she'd put out the cat food she had left there were 11 all sitting around chowing down. The original seven waited casually out on her deck for the next hour hoping that she would put more food out, but alas they were disappointed. It was just so strange, but charming. Are you getting any ideas Mom? Maybe we could train the squirrels.

I hope everyone is doing well and that you all have a great Valentine's day!

Love,

Sister Sorensen