Yesterday, Robb went shopping. Now, that shouldn't be anything worth mentioning, except that he was going to a couple of big stores, and knew that he would run out of energy if he tried to walk. He took his wheelchair, and because he spent so much time sitting down, his back was in agony most of yesterday afternoon and night.
This just doesn't seem fair. If the man can't walk, at least he should be able to sit comfortably in his wheelchair, right?
Wrong. Robb's "sitting tolerance" is still miserably short. He is only able to manage a few minutes of sitting at a time.
Luckily, the position he uses for cycling (combined with the rhythmic movement of the pedaling) is actually comfortable for Robb. So, we took advantage of the non-rainy weather and packed my bike and his trike off the Coyote Hills Regional Park.
Like many California parks, Coyote Hills has a problem with non-native plants. These invasive species crowd out the native plants and often provide poor food an habitat for wildlife.
Californians are a problem-solving creative people. We're the ones who use goats for fire suppression. Goats have many advantages over tractors or controlled burns. Goats don't burn fossils fuels, or pollute the air. Goats can be safely used on steep hills. Goats don't tear up the soil. Goats provide fertilizer. The sight of fire suppression goats always makes me smile.
So when Robb finally convinced me that the pale brown blobs we were seeing in the distance were sheep and not bushes, I was utterly delighted.
It turns out that these sheep are being used to cut down the invasive plants. Where else but California would ewes and lambs develop a taste for organic fennel?
In my ideal world, I would own a tiny flock of sheep and goats whose fleece I would make into sweaters.
Just because I live in the middle of a huge city doesn't mean that I'm totally irrational, does it?