1924 – 2017
93 years and 28 days. Now I get to enjoy the administrative work associated with being executor of the estate. I’ve already called the attorney for the trust, and the mortuary. Things take time when the Gov. is involved.
The sun just came up over the treeline, and with all the smoke in the air it’s a bright orange globe that could be mistaken for a harvest moon. Pumpkin colored. Smells smokey in the garage and there’s a thick overcast of haze. Our prayers go out to the people who lost everything in a flash, whole neighborhoods. And it’s cold today.
Yay!!! The murderer of the elderly and of children, the demon spawn of fascist Socialism was finally killed and sent to his reward in Hell on this day. Amen.
UPDATE: Oops my bad, I got excited – but a week early. Wait till next Monday the 9th to have champagne.
Since it’s vastly cooler now and still very dry, I decided to take a look at the shambles on the fence-line where my neighbor’s pond-overflow meets my field. Somebody at sometime – over ten years ago – had created some kind of catch-basin, and it had fallen into disrepair. A semi-circle of terrace block is stacked-up around a pile of river-rocks, with a pathetic layer of dirty old landscape fabric stretched across in an attempt to keep out debris. The corners and edges of a blue tarp peek-out from beneath the terrace block, evidence of some kind of “pool liner” to contain the water in the basin. I called it “the Hydraulic Impediment,” because it didn’t seem as useful as it portended, while jutting into the path of the mower.
During last year’s exceptional rain the overflow was pumping madly and water was going everywhere, so its utility was in question, and now that it was dry as a bone I was curious as to what the hell was going on under that pile of rocks and dirt and crap. Also I figured there woulds be no watery muck to contend with, or critters – and I need the exercise.
So I moved the terrace-blocks aside and laid out a tarp, and we set to tossing the big rocks into a pile on the tarp while loading a bucket with the small rocks and creating another pile. I want to put the small rocks back on top of the big ones to help act as a natural filter instead of using yard-cloth as a screen.
All the dirt and debris on the ground-cloth got rolled up and piled off to another side, and it wasn’t long before we uncovered the big old 8-inch drain-end that was blocked by the tarp and some large rocks. Hmmm…this must lead to the big steel pipe that runs beneath the whole field and drains out into the creek where the cattle water. The big tarp covering the face of the drain must not have worked so well and the little Y-cleanout would not be enough as a top-flow drain.
There is a fresh tarp to replace the torn and tatty one as a pool-liner – this time brown. Also I decided I wanted an extension into the catch-basin that would better collect water and yet (hopefully) prevent debris once the water percolates down through the large stones. Home Depot doesn’t have anything pipe-wise that is this big (but they did have a little 4-inch slotted cover for the cleanout), so I went looking with the big-boy suppliers.
Ferguson had nothing less than 20-feet and the Fruit-growers Association didn’t have anything this big in diameter, but at another place (where they only had 20-foot sections) I got lucky because an older gent was returning some grates and covers from a job, and I took a look at the square cover and it measured out OK. I figured I could re-purpose the square plastic lid ($40) using safety wire of something.
So back to to my local irrigation and landscape materials company for a 10-foot (minimum-length) section of 8-inch drain-pipe – corrugated on the outside but smooth on the inside ($27). I got out the Sawzall and made a 5-foot section, spray-painted gold on one side so I would know which side went up and besides, this IS “Gold Country” after all! To perforate the bottom I drilled five rows of 3/8″ holes down the length in each “rib” – 300 in all, and then in between the ribs four more rows of 1/4″ holes so another 240 holes…and only once had to change the drill battery.
I may need to anchor-down the extension so it won’t float! Might tie some wire around a couple of the big river-rocks to act as weights on either side of the tube. Still have a bunch of digging-out to make a channel for this extension thing… Exercise!
To mal-a-phrase a Rolling Stones song. I got crawling under the deck weeding, and spread a bunch of salt hoping to provide a desultory environment for mosquitoes that were hiding in the damp, and also prevent further weed growth. Meanwhile a new load of rock arrived yesterday, procured by yours truly from the Low Granite Outcropping – which has a surfeit of stones – and I got my exercise carrying them up and embedding two complimentary rows across the other side of The Embankment. They are substantial rocks of a good size to impress, and hopefully act as good soldiers in the war of erosion-control. And my back feels it, but so do my empowered muscles.
Meanwhile a couple thousand .22LR are on order before the end-of-December window closes in California, and I have received 500-each of Starline .44-40 brass, laser-cast Oregon Trail .427 bullets, and 5lbs of Trail Boss powder for reloading – and a shellplate for the big Hornady progressive press. If that doesn’t work I’ll go back to the single-stage.
…but not down here, not even rain. Not yet anyhow.
UPDATE: Happy Equinox everybody! I guess I could go get s’more rocks…
The heat has broken and cooler weather has arrived – this week anyhow. The morning dawned cloudy and in the 50’s, low and chilly compared to last month’s overnight average of mid 70’s or more. And in advance of the next Monsoon we have been laying-up stones on the embankment. Some of the bigger ones weigh a good 80-lbs or more.
Perhaps this can ease the runoff and sluicing mud that ran down the embankment last year off my neighbor’s driveway in the Great Seasonal Deluge of Global Warming. Since we have one home with a surfeit of rocks, that is from-where we have been able to contribute. Meanwhile the “Wayne’s Silver” California fuchsia has thrived over the summer and the hummingbirds love it. Towards the middle is the remaining stump from the 14-foot high now dead butterfly bush, and about where the cascade emerges.
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Since June 14 the temperatures have never dropped below 90-degrees, with 34 days over 100 or more – until today. Forecast high today is 68. Current temp is 61 – I think I need a jacket and warm socks.
Time to go pick some more tomatoes.
UPDATE: And six bunny rabbits out in the field this morning at 6:30AM – jackrabbits really.