Gunite- a mixture of concrete, sand, and water. Sounds like something to pour down a gopher hole. >:-) Last night I found two more holes; stuffed them full of digitalis purpurea leaves and fritillaria imperialis seedpods. The former should cause fatal heart problems, the second is a deterrent, don't know if it's actually toxic or not, but they avoid it like the plague. Die, thou evil bulb-eaters!!!

It's a cold, damp day today. I keep dreaming about my Grandma Amy. Her name isn't really Amy; when she came here from the Philipines, nobody could understand her name, it sounded like 'Amy" to them. She gave up telling her real name and adopted Amy. How many women are like that? We have a dream, a goal, a personal sense of what we want or of our own identity, and someone who seems like an authority figure comes along and tells us that we want, or are, something different, so we adopt that instead...and only later, wonder why we're unhappy when we have everything we thought we ever wanted?