The Global Machinery of Climate-Change blew over and laid-down a blanket of “Sierra Cement” (aka = snow) over the Thanksgiving holiday, and now we folk on the down-slope get to enjoy our traditional-seasonal Frostie, as the chilled-air from the mountains rolls down and fridgidizes the ambient surroundings: woke up at 31-degrees and it didn’t crack 62-degrees outside today. More time for indoor sport I guess as long as it doesn’t involve too much house-cleaning. Thanks Algore, see you on the iceberg!
The main storm had blown through in the night and another was forecast for the afternoon, so with chains in sack in the back, we hit the road to Tahoe. Forest Route 5 (Mormon Emigrant Trail/ Iron Mountain road) through Sly Park was closed at the end where it meets Highway 88 due to snow, so we took Highway 50 figuring if the snow was too deep and chains were required, the most help we might find would be on 50 anyhow.
Fortunately no chains were required and with a little coaching from the Chain-Control guy holding a STOP-sign, I managed to find 4-Wheel Hi for the third time in ten years…
We parked at the Heavenly Gondola and made our way to Base Camp Pizzeria for lunch – the same (popular) Menu as Wally’s in Cameron Park! The gondola was churning with skiers and we opted-out of that experience.
For the first time in many years there was snow on the lake-shore, and right outside our hotel door – so my wife made a snow angel.
We had a light late-lunch and retired for the night, anticipating the big Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday – and it did not disappoint, with the best oysters I ever had – fresh and clean with not a speck of grit or brine, Alaskan crab legs, shrimp, Prime rib that melted in your mouth, a bit of turkey breast – it was a buffet of the absolute highest standard. And a bit of dessert.
Black Friday dawned cold but clear, and with the anticipation of a massive crowd-scene at the resorts, we packed our bags and hit the road again, homeward bound. Once again there was only light traffic in our direction, but as we approached Strawberry and later Kyburz, the on-coming traffic was clearly stacking up, and at Apple Hill it was a dead-stop traffic-jam going in the Tahoe direction, mainly because Apple Hill is a Christmas tree-cutting destination and seasonal attraction. Good to be home!
PS: Fidel Castro is dead! YEAH!!
Picked-up the deck-paint order at HD and it’s a nice warm day today – I’m puttin’ down some paint while this lasts! Tomorrow the forecast is rain in the early AM, and the mower can sit out for that — and I don’t want to wait around for Springtime to get this done.
So, around noon time I rolled on the primer which was more like Elmer’s glue than anything else, hopped in the truck and took the 4-gal bucket back to HD for a whole lotta shakin’ and the special closed-cell foam roller-applicator. A fuzzy polyester roller just wouldn’t work with this goop.
By the time I got back the primer had set-up enough to start rolling it out. Sticky-gooey gritty-messy delicious weird junk that came out of the bucket-spout like runny peanut-butter – but first I cut-in around the base with a disposable brush, because this and the roller-pan tray was not getting a clean-up.
I picked the last of the cherry-tomatoes for the last batch of gazpacho this morning. It was cold at 45-degrees, which meant that I didn’t need ice in the blender. The cucumber has big seeds and there was a lot to scrape-out, but the Anaheim pepper I threw-in was easy to seed. I’m gonna need more olive-oil after this, but I’m good on the red-vinegar.
A cold afternoon means I probably won’t get around to painting the shed-floor even if the paint shows-up at Home Depot, because reportedly it has the viscosity of peanut-butter – and may require a different type of roller instead of the fuzzy polyester kind. But the clouds have cleared and the sun is bright and beautiful, and there are no protestors anywhere around here so I don’t have to worry about getting tie-dye on the fender of my truck.
The Emperor of Chicago, little Rodney Emmanuel-Lewis, declared that Chicago would remain a “sanctuary city” irregardless of Federal laws and such.
My biggest surprise was that the boiling puss-pot of the Midwest was ever or would-ever be considered a “sanctuary” by anybody. Who knew that a place of deep political and police corruption, where institutionalized violence is allowed to run free in order to quell the citizenry, would ever be a beacon of sanctuary to anybody? Maybe it’s a glittering palace of earthly delights to some of those farm-boy rubes out in the cornfields, but to Latino families escaping the extreme violence in their own country, jumping from frying pan into the fire?
Doesn’t make any sense.
The dead-summer prairie has sprung back to life after a few Fall storms have tracked-through, and I’ve been out there killin’ as much of the nasty weeds as I can, and spreading pre-emergent. The junk I spread is expensive and safe to use around cattle, made with corn-gluten meal that is supposed to “suffocates and suppresses weeds before they begin to grow.”
The field looks nice from a distance but it’s gonna turn nasty and thick, and there’s nothing really to mow just yet except the lawn on the other side of the house and I’ve been avoiding that because I’m lazy.
Thank you Jesus.
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Screw this sitting around waiting for the world to end. I already voted. It’s bright and sunny and warm out, and the next storm-track is a week away.
I’m going to Home Depot for more of the dark gray trim-color paint for the shed. It’s some kind of “Something-Tweed.” The leftover can is suspect and was not sealed properly, and there’s the whole eve-edges to paint – I don’t think half-a-gallon will be sufficient.
I also took-off a middle door-hinge to see if I can find matching black hinges with the same screw-hole pattern – if not I’ll spray-paint them black to match the house fixtures. Hmm, better check my supply of satin-black spray paint!
Later, and keep your fingers crossed.
UPDATE: Got ‘er done.
UPDATE-UPDATE: Replaced pic with the hardware in black: