After a little bit more than two-inches rain yesterday, things are clearing-out in the skies above, and draining-off in the land below. We’re still short of our “average” rainfall, but a lot of Sierra Cement landed on the High Country and several resorts are extending their ski-seasons. Temps are expected to climb rapidly over the next few days with a mix of sun and clouds – but no further rain is in sight.
After a foggy morning the skies cleared to puffy clouds, sunny and breezy. Another “rain event” is forecast for tomorrow, headed down from Alaska, then another Monday night into Tuesday – about a half inch, each. So I’m glad I got the field mowed, but on the other side of the house The Embankment is covered in a flourishing thicket of weeds that are choking-out the Day-Lillies and Iris, and obscuring the steps.
Meanwhile the doggy is loving the cool and wetness – and sleeping in the sun when she can.
Before another “threatening” rainfall, between the two of us we got the field done. The near dog-lawn was cut last week, and the bit of field across the fence was mostly cut. Cutting came to an abrupt halt when the 5-year old secondary belt (the one that runs the blades) which had suffered malign use, abuse (and had been ” smoked” a couple times), finally came apart and flew away. Fortunately my wife was mowing at the time, so the blame didn’t fall on me – except for the part about having savaged the belt in prior years…
The next step was to lower the mowing deck, un-do the primary, and go get a replacement secondary belt. Two nuts that held the spring-loaded, rear retaining pins had been over-tightened and prevented the pins from releasing the deck from the rear draw-bars, but engaging the use of a claw-hammer and brute force accompanied by minor bruising and scuffed knuckles, allowed that situation to be rectified – and with a 5/8″ socket I loosened the nuts sufficiently to make future repairs easier. Sheesh
And then it got darker and rained some more. So the storm was not a complete fizzle, but most came in the early morning hours, around 3:00AM to 5:00AM.
Supposed to get between 1/4″ and 1/2″ of rain, but got nothing.
I have so little reason to believe anything on TV anymore.
UPDATE: This was supposed to be posted last week but some glitch in the queue manifested…
Nice and sunny. We had lunch at a little brew-pub with the wife’s BFF from way back, who lives across the Folsom Resevoir, in Newcastle. And brought the doggie – after I combed-away handfuls of fur tufts.
We got a teeny bit of weather, just enough for the dog to get up off the outdoor chaise and go sleep in the garage. Happy Daylight Savings, unless you’re in Arizona or Hawaii.
The active contrail is a Delta flight going from SFO to JFK, traveling at 565mph and climbing to 37,000-feet and more. Two places I don’t really care about much and have no intention of revisiting.
A bit of cooling is forecast for tomorrow, as a system is moving down from the Northwet and bringing some snow above the 4,000-foot level. It’s been a great Springtime with the daffodils popping up all around, but we can really use whatever moisture God decides to provide, before Emperor Newsome decides to mandate a drought and water-lockdown.
Meanwhile we had our neighbors from the other house over for lunch: grilled New Zealand lamb – which turned out very nicely – and the mild weather allowed me to turn my attention to the Embankment drip-lines, and complete some repairs.
In other news of ageing infrastructure repairs, I’ll be returning to the periodontist for round #2 of root planing, in an effort to ward of further decrepitude – plus I get a shiny new toothbrush.
Sunrise on Monday was pink and orange, giving way to a low-60 degree day and the prospect of grilling, so we did.
The object of the grilling was a flank-steak “pinwheel” that rolled-up around an Ortega chili.