Thanksgiving in Laytonville
Thanksgiving in Laytonville
We arrived in town on Wednesday, my plan to stay in a room and make it to the laundromat as I couldn’t stand the smell of myself or my clothes. We checked into The Cottage Motel, I showered, and then the washed clothes.
Ron cooked our Thanksgiving dinner of turkey pot pie on the colman stove, served with cranberry ambrosia, with warm pecan pie. We watched movies all day and walked around town in the afternoon.
There were several homeless people on the streets. I feel fortunate as I had plenty to eat and a warm place to sleep. It is raining this evening making my warm little cabin even more desirerable and homey. I’m hoping the street people have a place out of the rain.
Spoke with the family to learn that my father had a heart attack this past week. Talked with Dad and he told me he is feeling weak and tired but OK. His voice sounded strong and he was in good spirits. The news makes me feel strange as we are out of touch much of the time. In today’s world we are always available, phones, cell phones, and e-mail, and yet because we are traveling I’m out of touch and not as involved in family crisis. Helpless? What could I have done anyway? Now my thoughts are of family dynamics, and roles played by each of us and effects of our actions on each other.
It was nice speaking with all of you, thank you for your concern and love. I miss you all; the only thing that would be better for me would be to have you all traveling with us. Candy
Had a nice relaxed Thanksgiving holiday with Candy at the Cottage Motel in Laytonville CA. Laytonville is on 101 about an hour north of Ukiah. It is kind of an interesting little burg. How can you explain not one but two, massage therapists in one tiny little town? A small memorial in front of the community youth center for the victim of a recent fatal accident included a number of potent looking pot buds, sticky looking with a lot of red in it. Lots of younger folks hanging around with dreadlocks. A store that sells indoor growing supplies, such as powerful grow lights, hydroponic systems, and fertilizers. The local nursery we walked by had inside it’s storage area many pallets of different brands of potting soil. I casually asked a local, “What is Laytonville’s claim to fame?” He said, “Generators and indoor gardening.” I get the distinct impression that Laytonville is the supply center for indoor pot growing industry in the area. I have no problem with this at all, just sharing some observations about the town. Ron.
We arrived in town on Wednesday, my plan to stay in a room and make it to the laundromat as I couldn’t stand the smell of myself or my clothes. We checked into The Cottage Motel, I showered, and then the washed clothes.
Ron cooked our Thanksgiving dinner of turkey pot pie on the colman stove, served with cranberry ambrosia, with warm pecan pie. We watched movies all day and walked around town in the afternoon.
There were several homeless people on the streets. I feel fortunate as I had plenty to eat and a warm place to sleep. It is raining this evening making my warm little cabin even more desirerable and homey. I’m hoping the street people have a place out of the rain.
Spoke with the family to learn that my father had a heart attack this past week. Talked with Dad and he told me he is feeling weak and tired but OK. His voice sounded strong and he was in good spirits. The news makes me feel strange as we are out of touch much of the time. In today’s world we are always available, phones, cell phones, and e-mail, and yet because we are traveling I’m out of touch and not as involved in family crisis. Helpless? What could I have done anyway? Now my thoughts are of family dynamics, and roles played by each of us and effects of our actions on each other.
It was nice speaking with all of you, thank you for your concern and love. I miss you all; the only thing that would be better for me would be to have you all traveling with us. Candy
Had a nice relaxed Thanksgiving holiday with Candy at the Cottage Motel in Laytonville CA. Laytonville is on 101 about an hour north of Ukiah. It is kind of an interesting little burg. How can you explain not one but two, massage therapists in one tiny little town? A small memorial in front of the community youth center for the victim of a recent fatal accident included a number of potent looking pot buds, sticky looking with a lot of red in it. Lots of younger folks hanging around with dreadlocks. A store that sells indoor growing supplies, such as powerful grow lights, hydroponic systems, and fertilizers. The local nursery we walked by had inside it’s storage area many pallets of different brands of potting soil. I casually asked a local, “What is Laytonville’s claim to fame?” He said, “Generators and indoor gardening.” I get the distinct impression that Laytonville is the supply center for indoor pot growing industry in the area. I have no problem with this at all, just sharing some observations about the town. Ron.
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