neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa

Whoa, there. Been just a little over a year since my last entry. Been a long and tough road and have emerged victorious on the other side. I've been away from my beloved river bottom but just recently before the storm that just passed I spent a couple hours there on my way back from work. Man, I was treated to such an amazing show. So, if you were on either the 934 or the 933 buses and you got off right between Beyer and Hollister you'd find a nice new trail that leads down into the canyon that opens up to a meadow roughly the size of a large football field. The open ground full of waist high vegetation is home to various ground dwellers as I've been lucky enough to witness. Surrounding the meadow on the south side is a hill where you can see homes that overlook the park and they must enjoy a good view of the pond as well. On the hillsides are eucalyptus trees that stretch 50 to 100 feet to the sky and if you're lucky enough, you'll get to see two brown eagles at play and hunting. Sometimes they're already there before you arrive and if you don't pay attention, you'll never know they're there. Then a sharp grating squeal and off in the distance under the cover of huge branch clusters the leaves are disturbed as silhouetted feathers and shadows too fast to catch tussle and cackle playfully in the foliage. Thats what I saw when all of a sudden out of nowhere a peregrine falcon starts dive bombing the pair and then the chase was on! Their precise teamwork and hunting skills now a simple matter of fact, one of the eagles ascended 300, I dunno, 400 feet and flapped his wings in a holding position eyes on the action below as the other eagle ran an amazing display of twists, turns and aerial magic forcing it's its body suddenly turning on a dime maintaining a perfect tail on the smaller, lighter raptor. As if part of a well rehearsed ballet, the chase skirted the valley floor for a quarter mile as the eagle began closing the gap leaving the fleeing bird no choice but to ascend and thats when POOF! The little guy blew up in a pyrotechnic display of feathers that left me momentarily shocked and quite speechless. Thats when it got eerily quiet as you could hear the successful hunters cackling in delight, sating their hunger off in the unseen distance but well within earshot. Yeah, that was a treat. I Love this place sooooo much.
— September 16, 2015 6:05 p.m.

neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa

But for now, I remain and boy; is it just me or is it outright unbearable out there today? You know its been hot when the morning weather hottie on the Tee Vee calls a predicted 85 degrees a cool down! It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so monsoon predictably sticky! Hot, muggy and the rain helped for a minute but hey!, my little fishies down at the river bottom sure could use some more water than that but hey, I guess something is better than nothing? So that last rant I deposited sure was a doosie eh? So solly, I just had to get that out and it has been weighing heavy in my heart and head neither of them in that respective order. I came home yesterday to find that my daughter's mother had cut all of my Wired Hair Terrier/Schnauzer's fur off. This poor guy looks like a naked jack rabbit wit a humongous noggin. I looked down at him in utter disbelief and asked him,"What the fugg 'd she do to you boy??" Suddenly and much to my surprise he says,"Look at me Dad, I look like an idiot!" Tears began to well up in his sad dejeted blood shot eyes as he continued. "She shaved my balls, do you know how that feels?" Actually I do but thats for another time. I had to focus on the issue at hand. "Look buddy, its gonna grow back." "Oh sure" he quickly interjected. "But in the mean time I'm the imasculated jagoff over here having to put up with these grandkids of mine making fun of me" "True,...true", I murmured. Suddenly a thought occured to me, "Hey Puccinni", I began. (Yes his name is Puccinni. So I love the Opera) "So how long has it been you been speakin' and stuff?" "Dude", he shot back, "You look as bad as I feel you gonna say something, bet on that!" Ive always known thank cantankerous old mutt was smart. Damn, forgot to ask him about that butt sniffing business. Hey Puccinni!!
— August 4, 2014 1:49 p.m.

neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa

So I left San Diego for a bit to find work in Reno. That was accomplished fairly quickly. Shouldn't have gone to stay with my jagoff brother. So at what point does one totally cut ties with toxic family members? A little over twenty years ago he found out he was adopted which understandably sent him on a tailspin that rocked us all. The next twenty years he's spent screwing us all. This is his M.O.; first he screws us and then he disappears. A few months later we'll get a probing call to see where we stand. He is after all our little brother and we always forgive him and he runs around like nothing ever happened only to screw us again at the first opportunity. The last year he's been somewhat acceptable. Four months ago he moved up to Reno to move in with his ex-wife's cousin and four,(Yes 4) children. All from different donors. He justifies this by saying that "Man we've been divorced for twenty years" Sure buddy. His four "real" children from the "ex" are all reacting differently. The oldest,(21 yrs) doesn't seem to care but we hardly ever see him. The next one, (19yrs) wont speak to him and the two younger ones seem to be somewhat tolerant. The youngest just started establishing a relationship with him. For his first few years as an adolescent he refused to see him saying his step-father was his real dad. So he's still blinded. Anyways, his success up there is due to this sad excuse for a woman's help. Suddenly the puke has forgotten all his transgressions and thinks his crap doesn't smell to high heaven. I'm just waiting to hear about it when he eventually blows it, because he will definitely blow it or the stupid girl will get tired of the megalomaniac manipulating her and mentally abusing her children. If she allows it, then OMG. So I had an issue and was fired with another job waiting in the wings and this mutt kicked me out. In Reno, hundreds of miles from home. Thank God that when I got fired I was handed a fistfull of cash which got me back home. Here's the thing. I fell in love with Reno. The people are idiots being ultra right wing tea baggers but the area is beautiful. I need to go back as there is nothing here for me. There are 80,000 people looking for work here compared to say 8,000 over there. So first I find something here and save and give 'er another try in a few months. I love San Diego with all my heart but its too bloody expensive to live here anymore. What to do?
— July 31, 2014 11:56 a.m.

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