When in doubt, grill it out

Another pork tenderloin…and a comfortable 56-degrees.

Besides food-therapy, the Pandemic of the Wuhan Flu has brought about some retail-therapy, with more parts going onto the Harley Fat Boy: a “lay-down” license-plate holder, and an LED tail-light to match being the most recent bits.

47-Degrees and the Husky likes it.

After a brilliant sunrise yesterday morning the clouds rolled-in and the rain started. We got about an inch of wetness and mostly stayed-in – with just a walk up to the mailbox on the road for exercise. Today it cleared out, but another set of weather is set to come down tomorrow from the Northwest, but it may blow apart before it gets down here to us. So far the drainage isn’t even running…SaveMart had a buy-one-get-on deal on Tri-Tip, so with Thursday set to be clear again, I can grill and the doggy will have some topping on her kibble…

36-Degrees

The sun is rising south of the big oak, about 7:12 in the morning and we’re about two weeks out from the Solstice…so in a couple weeks the days will begin to get fractionally longer! Not that you’re gonna notice much.

Our vapid moron Governor Greaseball has sent down from on high another lockdown edict, based on fictional numbers and questionable ‘social justice’ demands.

I’m not going anywhere anyhow and always avoided traveling during mass-Holiday events, so staying home and doing chores and cooking suites me ok. My wife is also grateful for the lack of family pressure, demands, and interference so we’re on the same page. Hope everyone has a fine time despite whatever restrictions you’re living under…

36-Degrees

The sun is rising south of the big oak, about 7:12 in the morning and we’re about two weeks out from the Solstice…so in a couple weeks the days will begin to get fractionally longer! Not that you’re gonna notice much.

Our vapid moron Governor Greaseball has sent down from on high another lockdown edict, based on fictional numbers and questionable ‘social justice’ demands.

I’m not going anywhere anyhow and always avoided traveling during mass-Holiday events, so staying home and doing chores and cooking suites me ok. My wife is also grateful for the lack of family pressure, demands, and interference so we’re on the same page. Hope everyone has a fine time despite whatever restrictions you’re living under…

Rain and Pre-emergent

After an initial application of 25 gallons near the house on Saturday, I saddled-up and mixed another 25 on Sunday – then another and another and the big jug is almost empty but the whole field is covered.Tuesday at 6:15 the dog came in warm and dry. WTH? It’s 65-degrees instead of 35, and a warm breeze is cutting under the overcast – a storm is coming-in. Biscuits and farm eggs for breakfast, with coffee and a Greyhound. We have been taking vitamin D supplements, 5,000 IU since last fall, and have not had a cold and hardly a sniffle either.

Sunrise Post-DST

After all the heat and smoke and pressure of Summer, the sun has clocked around again and is rising at the right end of the dry-creek feature. As we head into Winter a few days of mild weather remain, and the opportunity to finish some yard-projects before it begins to rain.We look forward to the changes in temperature, and the chance we might get a little snow eventually. Rain will be an indicator of where we need to dig-out drainage channels – many of the rivulets have been upset by burrowing squirrels and will need repair, and so too the main channel. Mainly rain will bring relief from pressure, after the long, hot and smoky, Wuhan Virus plagued year of political torment and unrest. Fortunately we remain free and the chaos remains distant.

Curiouser

Awoke early in the dark, 6:20AM it’s pitch black still, but time for coffee anyhow. The dark sky had a peculiar cast and the white dog was damp with dew. As the sky lightened it was clear we were in a cloud, and it was cold (43-degrees) enough to remind us that winter is approaching.

Chilly Morning

By 12:30 the sun broke through and it was a balmy 64-degrees, and the blue skies were a reward for all the hazy smoke we had endured.

Meanwhile “out on the prairie” last week we discovered an interesting artifact that was uncovered by some burrowing creature – not the dog, an old and discarded nest of “miner bees” that live underground…the honeycombs are empty.

That handle sticking up is attached to a 12-inch screwdriver, and it’s resting on a ledge or else it would fall into the cavity. This region is known for its honey and beehives, but miner-bees are solitary and don’t follow the traditional bee lifestyle, much like many of the residents up here in the sticks.