These little buds will give way in the next couple of "wet" days in National City to beautiful, fiery pink-red flowers.  Life is good.  The place where we live is all decked out today for "us old" folks for lunch in a sock hop setting, complete with servers wearing sock-hop costumes of that age back before they were born when females wore poodle skirt and males wore pretty much what males wear today only in those days their blue jeans were rolled up.  We had chili with cheese for lunch.  Some of us had chocolate milk shakes for desert.  An Elvis in Red costume strolled among us with a big red guitar.  I was going to say life is good but decided instead on life is sometimes strange.