Good morning everyone. I wish I had something to write about but it’s just one of those days where I have what is commonly known to folks as “lazy”. I’ll bet you thought I was going to say “writer’s block” and I do have a lot I’d like to write about, but I’ll save that for another day. So, there are a couple of more comments regarding the missing woman on Friday’s posting and you can read those here. The family would like to keep any news private to allow them time to grieve and Bobbie’s niece left a comment, which I’ll let you read. Photo of Petey by Luis Almodovar.
Another Manic Monday and Friday went off without a glitch as I knew it would. Today is also the day before the due date for income tax returns. Evidently, there is a state holiday in the District of Columbia, so they moved the date up a day for that and another day because the actual due date before interest starts accruing is April 15. That’s the same day as my father died back in 1968, but I am so uptight. Not because of my dad, but trying to file on-line. I went through an on-line outfit to do the federal for free and then they charge $30.00 for the state. I just printed them out to put them in the mail on the last day. My small contribution as I’m in the 15% bracket which totally sucks cause I’m probably making a 1/16 of a weekly wage of a millionaire who pays whatever. I am so pissed off. I spent a lot of time filling in the blanks and when I left the site for a moment to get the routing number for my bank (still clicking on the other page so it wouldn’t time out). By the time I got back from the bank site, they (the income tax preparers) erased all my returns and I had to start over. To make a long story a bit longer, I sent two emails to the bank and then found the telephone number to the peeps who prepared the returns and a very nice woman gave me a $49.00 credit and told me I had the deluxe. Right – I would have prepared them myself, but I’m a little out of practice, but I would never pay $89 and have to mail them myself. Okay, I’m done venting. The time I had to spend on getting everything together and find an email address, yada yada, I could have been writing Kat’s Korner. And speaking of the Korner, I hope you enjoyed Baja Belle and Sam this past weekend. I jumped up yesterday morning at about 5:30 not knowing it was Sunday, not Monday. I was half asleep when I sauntered over to the calendar, like that’s going to help me. So, waking up a bit more, I grabbed my laptop, saw the “day” and with a gratifying sigh, went back to bed until about 7:30 a.m. It’s such a feeling of panic because I felt like I lost an entire day. Oh well, all’s well that ends well. A helpful hint from HeloKat: You can eat these cacti called Nepales and they populate like rabbits. You have to scrape off the thorny skin and you can stir fry it or just eat it in a salad. Remember that if you find you have nothing in the house for dinner. I’m pretty sure if you Google “nepale recipes” you’ll be mildly surprised. Photo by Luis Almodovar.
Friday the 13th is here and even though it’s supposed to be a day of bad luck, it’s going to be a day of good luck for me. I don’t have to go to the bat cave for two days. Alright, I want to let you know what I know from email and comments left regarding the Wheelers. This is what Lauren posted today: “Frank and Bobbie Wheeler are originally living in Show Low, AZ. They more recently moved down to San Felipe. They were avid kayakers with many years of experience. His son owns an outdoor recreation store in Northern AZ were kayaks are our biggest seller & his son also owns a kayak rental bussiness. They definately knew what they were doing, but sounds like unfortunate events became devastating. His son plans on being back in his store tomorrow and MAY share more news with us.” Thank you Lauren for leaving that comment. Sabina left this comment: “Bobbie Wheelers body has NOT been found as of 10:25 pm last night (Wednesday). The Navy is still out searching.” Thank you Sabina also for leaving the comment. This is from Debi Moore: “The Wheelers lived in Palos Verdes South at El Dorado Ranch. The vehicle was found at Huerfanitos parked with the trailer they used to haul the kayaks. Friends of ours located the vehicle and the trailer then proceeded down to Punta Bufeo to do a search around the islands. Mr. Wheeler was located by Isla San Luis and his kayak was found by fishermen down by Gonzaga Bay. As far as I know, Mrs. Wheeler has not been found. There is an article in the San Diego paper about the couple if anyone cares to Google it.” Thank you Deb. This is from Darcy of El Dorado Ranch: “Please let me know how to contact the search party/family. I had this happen to my Father 41 yrs ago. Same time, same place. I might be able to help with the ocean currents for this period. My name is Darcy Jensen, (686) 239-9527, Vista del Sol 7200-021-21. My heart and prayers are with you! This must be so hard on the family but there is always the chance she got to an island and I certainly hope so. As Lauren said, perhaps their son will let us know the status of this terrible situation. Photo by Luis Almodovar.
This was sent to me by Dame Vickie and it’s very well written and I enjoyed it so I think you will too: “Many years ago, I read one of those short stories that went right into my heart and soul. After a huge storm, an old man is walking on the beach. The beach was covered with thousands and thousands of starfish. The old man becomes oblivious of the thousands of starfish as he walks along the shore. In a distance, he can see a child throwing the starfish back into the sea. When he approaches the boy, he can see how focused the child is. The boy is franticly picking up starfish and casting them out into the water. The old man touches the boys shoulder and says, young man, there is no way you can make a difference, there are just too many of them. The boy picks up a starfish, tosses it back into the sea. Looking in the old man’s eyes he says, Sir, it made a difference to him. Sometimes I think that when we see all of the Baja dogs on the streets in San Felipe we are like the old man. We just do not see them any longer. Photo by Luis Almodovar.
