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Friday, June 12, 2009

A Trek Through the 'Hood

First of all, I'd like to thank all of you for your well wishes and prayers on behalf of Andrew. He's out of the hospital, and currently in a sort of "halfway house," where he can be supervised while he evens out a bit. He has so much insight as to his condition, and how/why it deteriorated that it's helping his recovery immensely. He's not fighting treatment, he's embracing it. For anyone who's been through this process, that's huge. So thank you, thank you, thank you. All of your/our/his efforts have paid off so far.
The past week has been sort of a blur, with medical conditions and information changing, seemingly by the hour. We would get used to one set of information, only to have it blown away by the next update. Exhausting. L and I took a few long walks this week to excercise, yes - but more just to clear our heads.
We've built up our endurance (well, I've built up my endurance. L could hike all day) and now we're going more than 3 miles. We had been going along the eastern half of a long trail we like, but now we're venturing back into the western half. It winds around the back part of big yards and horse properties, and some of the properties are really random. I regret not bringing my camera to capture the completely bizarre quality of some of these places, and also the interesting homes and animals we've become fond of as we travel by. I'm going to do that one day soon, so you'll know I'm not making this up. Yorba Linda is a community of extremes - you can be walking along in a group of million dollar plus properties, and then suddenly there's an odd, dead tree shrouded property that's like something out of the Munsters stuck right in the middle of it all. I love that kind of patchwork wierdness. (Well, as long as it's not my neighborhood, anyway.)
For example, mid-way through the trail we pass by our donkey friends, Carlos and Dennis. They each have little house-like barns with their names hung on signs. One sign proclaims that Dennis is an Attack Donkey, although he just calmly eats his hay when we walk by. A little further along we pass the Sanford & Sons/Jed Clampett abode: it's full of lots of gardening pots of all shapes and sizes, dead grape vines, wagon wheels, old bikes, a large, person-sized sculptural grave marker with the name "Dennis" carved on it, and at the very end, a faded sign advertising Cockatiels for sale, and the prices. There's also a weatherbeaten gazebo that houses green plastic patio chairs. Everything is weed choked, and I never see any people. Coming up on your left, is the darling Craftsman cottage with the Minnie Mouse flag hung from the porch. Flowers are planted, and its charming. Directly across from that house is the Adams Family house (are ya starting to see the TV era I come from?) : dead trees, weeds, dead orchard out back with lots of machinery and "equipment" scattered about. Oh, and peacocks. You never actually see the peacocks, but you can hear them. Oh, you can hear them... all night long, I'm sure.
From there on, it's pretty normal. Not always pretty, but nothing too startling, until you get to the house on your right that has the huge antique windmill from somewhere in Texas (the town name is on it, but I can't remember what it is now), and the cactus that is almost as tall. That property also has a sign telling you to BEWARE: both the horse and the dog bite. Hmmmm... all I've ever seen the horse bite is hay, and I've never seen a dog. Adjacent to that, there's a huge log cabin kind of house. Really - made out of logs, and all the houses around it are normal tract type houses. Awesome.
One of my favorite parts of the trail winds behind the Nixon Library. It's quiet and pretty. You can see the old Nixon house through the bushes (with the Nixons' graveyard residence close by, so it could be a little creepy if its really dark, and you're alone), and then you pass the Presidential helicopter, there for tours. It's a great piece of property, with lots of history, and it's pretty to look at while you're huffing and puffing by.
Most of the trail is uneventful, except for the bunnies that come out to feed at twilight. Sometimes L tries to scare them, but I get mad at him. Mostly it's just dogs, and horses, and the odd cat looking at us, while we look back at them. Oh - and the man who is always in the same chair, and always watching TV - no matter what time it is. It's relaxing to my brain, and the long walk gives L and I the chance to have some good conversation and discussion at the end of the day. By the time we get back, we've been able to hash our problems over, and have a few laughs. And hopefully, hopefully, have dropped a pound or so.


  1. I need to go walking with you when I'm in town!

  2. I love walking with my husband...nothing better! (Our walks have taken quite a dive since he got so busy with the singles ward.) But our time will come again.

    Glad you guys are able to do this together and find such comfort in each other. That is truly the mark of a good marriage.

    Glad to hear that Andrew is doing better, too. And you're right. His realization that help is needed is HUGE.



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