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Tough Grass!

So, when last we saw our slightly scatter-brained and distracted hero:

  • Drought – epic, four years long, we’re all gonna die, or at least not be able to flush toilets and take showers real soon now
  • Turn off sprinklers for 9+ months
  • “Dead” lawn – we’ve had a couple of “showers” with trace amounts, and some must blow over on the breeze from all of the neighbors who water twice a day, seven days a week. Right?
  • Maybe not drought? Getting mixed messages, maybe May rain in Rockies and NorCal mean we’ll squeak through and now there’s an El Niño year maybe? Probably?
  • Turn sprinklers back on for one day
  • Get record rain for a day in July, lightning, thunder, flash flooding, the whole magilla
  • Go out this morning…

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It might not look so dramatic in the pictures, but forty-eight hours ago this patch of lawn was as brown as it can get without being “just dirt.” This morning it was noticeably greener all over.

Granted, we have a long way to go before we get to “lush” or “verdant,” but since I was wondering if I had killed it dead and watering was going to be a futile exercise, it’s nice to see it showing signs of life so quickly.

That’s some tough grass!

I’m going to use it as a role model and hope that someone keeps me watered. I may need it.

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Butter Bucket Brigade

I don’t just write my own blog here, I also read other blogs that interest me. One of my favorites is Musings From A Tangled Mind by Wendy Kowal. The subject matter is sometimes serious, sometimes lighthearted, and occasionally hilarious.

Yesterday there was a post there which discussed her mother’s use of “butter buckets” (my term) for storage of things other than the butter they originally contained. It rang true to me, since my family was also one where everything got re-used and re-purposed as possible. It also was hilarious because that apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.

My father used coffee cans, butter buckets, baby food jars, and so on for storing all kinds of things in his workshop. (With eight kids, there were a LOT of baby food jars!) I remember him finding a design in Popular Mechanics or some similar magazine for a rotating rack that used baby food jars to store miscellaneous small nuts and bolts. He built it, with end pieces about the size of a bicycle wheel, and the horizontal spokes between them about two feet long. All of the spokes could swivel to stay upright, like the cars on a Ferris wheel do. Each spoke was a piece of wood about two inches wide and a half-inch thick, with about fifteen baby food jar lids nailed to the underside. The baby food jars containing the small parts would be pushed up and screwed into position, then the whole thing would rotate to bring different racks of jars into use. Sort of like a cross between a Ferris wheel and a vertically-oriented lazy Susan.

At least none of those baby food jars held anything that might be confused with baby food.

When I read Wendy’s article yesterday I immediately thought of how I do the same thing as her mother, but I do it more like my father did. I wanted to post a picture in my comment on her article, but I couldn’t. so I’ll put it here!

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On the bathroom counter next to my sink are, from left to right: a red Solo cup (which is actually orange), a slot machine change cup from Paris Las Vegas (from our honeymoon fifteen years ago), two butter buckets exactly like those in the picture that Wendy used yesterday, and an orange Halloween candy collection bucket that was a Kids’ Meal giveaway at least fifteen years ago.

In those various containers are pens, notes, scissors, old toothbrushes (they’re great for cleaning things), car keys, small tools, parts for bathroom repairs, a flashlight, old MP3 players, loose change, old headphones, key chains, batteries… You get the picture.

My favorite item, no doubt because it’s the weirdest and most out of place, is the New Year’s Eve party horn sticking out of the Paris Las Vegas cup. You never can tell when you might need something in the bathroom to go phweeEEEEEETTTTTTTT to celebrate something or spook the dog.

Wait, that didn’t come out right…

(NOW do you see why Ronnie’s earned the title of “The Long-Suffering Wife”?)

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Sirens

When it’s quiet at night it’s always spooky to hear the sirens on emergency vehicles echoing through the hills.

We have a hospital a mile away, so usually you hear the ambulances going of in that direction and then stopping. Someone’s having a bad night.

Sometimes you’ll hear police cars on one of the major streets that crisscross the area. If it’s something big, there will be police helicopters. If it’s big and goes on for a while, the police helicopters will be joined by the television station helicopters.

If you see or hear the TV helicopters out there, flip on the news.

When you hear the fire trucks, normally they’re coming from the fire station that’s a mile or so off in the other direction. Generally they’re heading off down one of the major streets as well, maybe to meet up with the police, ambulance, and assorted helicopters for a major freeway accident.

Rarely, you’ll hear the sirens of one sort or another getting closer, then pulling into our neighborhood. Never a good sign, but fortunately rare in these parts. Generally it indicates some sort of medical situation.

The worst is when the Santa Ana winds blow, and it gets hot and dry. The wind can be gusting to 50 or 60 knots, it’s dry as a bone, and into triple digits during the day and only getting down into the 70’s at night. Then you hear the sirens — and pray that it’s an ambulance or police car. If it’s a fire truck, you pray that they head into the city for some sort of traffic accident. If it’s a fire truck and they’re not going into the city, you pray you don’t hear a second, or a third — or a tenth.

If you hear the second or third fire truck heading up into the canyons and hills, check the news. Check the skies for smoke. Double check to make sure you know what your evacuation plan is.

What to you grab if you only have two minutes to get out? Ten minutes? Sixty minutes?

There’s smoke? It looks closer than you like? Maybe it’s time to put at least the first couple of those boxes of vital documents and your bugout bags into the cars and get the cars turned around in the driveway so they’re easy to load and easy to drive straight out.

Tonight it sounded like two ambulances, a police car or two, and at least one fire truck, all heading to either one of the main streets or back to the hospital. No smoke. No news. The winds are calm tonight.

Tomorrow we might not be so fortunate.

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Surprises

There are the ones when…

…that cop shows up in your rear-view mirror and the speedometer needle is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

…the job you really had a good feeling about turns out to be just another “Thank you, but” email.

…you turn the key in the car ignition and it doesn’t even make that sick clicky noise that means the battery or alternator or some other vehicular doohickey is broken — you get nothing but the sound of silence.

…you hear the doorbell and halfway to the door you hear someone messing with the lock and opening the door.

That last one had a wonderful outcome today, actually. It was the Younger Daughter, suddenly here, when the last we had heard she was in Argentina, headed toward Brazil on her year (OK, year-ish) in South America.

Surprise!!!

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Where’s A Good Place To Retire To?

A friend in Vermont who had put up with a bit too much cold and snow last night was speculating where she could move to that wasn’t so brutal in the winter months. That got me thinking again about a recurring topic of discussion here in Port Willett — where do we want to retire to?

It’s not going to be Los Angeles. Too crowded, too expensive. We have decades of history here as well as tons of friends and things that we like to do, but we can come and visit every now and then to see them and do that.

It’s probably not going to be California, although we’re not ruling that out. It would be nice to get a major change of pace and lifestyle when the time comes, and California is a big place with lots of different options so far as urban density, climate, altitude, and attitudes go. It won’t be in the desert (sorry, Palm Springs!) or in a big city (sorry, San Francisco, although I could be persuaded to talk about San Diego, a wonderful little city) but that still leaves many, many options.

Looking at it from the other direction, what do we want in our own personal little Nirvana?

I don’t want a small, small town (too little privacy) or a big city (too expensive, too crowded). On the other hand, I want to be somewhat near a big city (an hour or two away) so that we can get to a major airport. I intend to travel! (And take LOTS of pictures, but you knew that, right?)

We like sports and live entertainment and restaurants and so on, so to that end I think that a college town would be great. Someplace where we can start rooting for the local team, see an occasional game in any of a dozen different sports. Somewhere we can still get live concerts from some major artists and acts, plus some nice guest lectures.

Environmentally, the Deep South is probably out. The Long-Suffering Wife isn’t real fond of heat or humidity. While I would love to see snow again every now and then, I wouldn’t necessarily be thrilled with the winters in Minnesota or New England again. (But for you, Vermont, I would make an exception!) On the other hand, it would be nice to actually have four seasons, a pretty fall, a bit of snow in the winter, a nice green spring, and so on.

I would like to be somewhere fairly central to as many of our activity centers as we can. We like going to baseball games, we like going to science fiction conventions, so someplace where there are a lot of major league cities and large SF cons within a six to eight hour drive would be nice.

Put it all together and you end up somewhere in either the mid-Atlantic states or the lower Midwest. Virginia, Maryland, Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, Missouri, Kansas.

The Long-Suffering Wife has an affinity for the Hokie Birds of Virginia Tech, and Blacksburg meets a lot of the criteria set out above. On a trip to Virginia for other purposes, we took a couple of days and drove up there. It’s lovely, probably on the early “short list.”

But there’s a lot of time to look around before any decisions have to be made. I’m not even sixty yet, and I don’t think that I get to retire until about a week after I’m dead, so there’s no need to rush to judgement.

Maybe some future side trips can be arranged to “scout out” some other possible locals. I’ve been to Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, for example. It’s lovely, if a bit small and flat. I like mountains and hills, but it would be a great place to fly my own plane regularly. Columbus, Ohio probably is close, although it’s a bit on the big side. Burlington, Vermont is a wonderful place, but a bit cold.

Lexington? Louisville? Cincinnati? Indianapolis? Kansas City? Or at least, some college town an hour or so away? Lawrence? Knoxville? Chattanooga? Richmond?

I don’t know if Nirvana is out there, but there are a lot of places to look at that by default must be better than Los Angeles!

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Celebrate The Arrival Of 2015!

Everybody good? Did everybody have a fun time?

We’re olde pharts and no one that anyone would ever describe as “party animals.” With the kids gone and scattered and no invites to any New Year’s Eve parties (our friends are mostly olde pharts as well) we managed to stay up until midnight and that was about it. (There have been recent years when we haven’t even done that.)

At midnight I found The Long-Suffering Wife, did the kissy thing, then had to go clean the cat box and load the dishwasher before I could get to sleep. If that’s not partying, I don’t know what is!!

But it suits us at this point in our lives. Maybe we’ll party or travel for 2016. Or not.

In the meantime, let the celebratory fireworks begin! (These aren’t from last night, but from a July, 2005 ballgame in San Diego at Petco Park, but they’ll do.)

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Joey Chan Update, December 2014

Because sometimes you just need pictures of cats rather than seeing the news, reading the comments, or having anything to do with about 99.9% of what’s on television – and there’s just not a good book at hand and you’re too tired to get up and get one:

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Joey does not acknowledge the existence of NASA or the Orion flight test (on the television in the background), nor does she approve of you taking her chair (by which I mean, my chair) at 04:00 AM.

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All cats look funny when they yawn, makes you want to stick something in there just to freak them out. (Do not use anything you do not want mangled, like your finger!)

Honest question, how many of you had a yawn triggered by this picture?

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When you can’t find her anywhere in her normal sleeping or hiding spots, remember to look up for “DEATH FROM ABOVE!!”

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Jessie Checking Her PeeMail

In the interest of equal time, here are some pictures of Jessie today. She’s getting on in years and sometimes doesn’t move as quickly as she used to, but at least there are no evil, nefarious plans behind that doggy grin. Unless of course she gets a chance to lie about having had dinner or treats yet. Then all bets are off.

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Joey Contemplating Evil Plans

Don’t let that calm façade fool you, there’s mischief being planned behind those innocent, green eyes. No doubt it involves new and unexpected ways to gouge bloody claw marks up and down my thighs as she launches herself into Low Earth Orbit from my lap.

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In the interest of retaining this site’s “Mostly Harmless & More Or Less Family Friendly” rating, I’ll spare you all from pictures of the aforementioned wounds.

You’re welcome!

 

 

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Harvey

If the local coyote is to be “Wiley,” and the local raccoons are “Rocky” and “Raquel,” then this little guy must be “Harvey.” For a couple of different reasons.

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First of all, given the popularity of the play and the movie, “Harvey” is a natural  choice. I know, “Bugs” might be more popular, but this guy didn’t have a “Bugs” attitude. He was very quiet, calm, and sedate, much more like, “Good evening, Mr. Dowd…Ed Hickey was a little spiffed this evening, or could I be mistaken?”

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Secondly, while I’m a huge fan of Bugs Bunny (although Marvin Martian is my spirit guide), “Harvey” was our high school senior play, the only acting I ever did (it was a blast!) so it will always have a soft spot in my heart.

Finally, and most importantly, it seemed that I was the only one who could see him. I let Jessie out into the yard knowing that the rabbit was there and Jessie showed absolutely no sign of knowing the rabbit was there. She was walking back in forth less than ten feet away and she didn’t smell the rabbit, look at it, perk up her ears, bark, chase it halfway down the block or out into traffic, all of which are her usual behavior when a rabbit dares to enter her yard.

I took Jessie back inside because I saw someone coming down the block with a pit bull on a lead, but I stopped to watch when they got by our house. The rabbit was still sitting there, but the guy didn’t notice it, nor did the young, healthy, massive, pit bull. Less than ten feet away. Nothing.

I grabbed the camera and started walking out, taking pictures as I went, figuring the rabbit would bolt at any second. Nope, I got to within about five feet. It just sat there and blinked.

I was late to get to the hanger, so I left it, still sitting there, wondering if maybe I should have brought Ed Hickey along.

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