Heatwave

Yesterday was 107+, today is set to be higher – and it’ll hit 110° by Thursday…and there are skiers still hitting the slopes up around Tahoe. Record breaking in all sorts of ways, including some enforced indolence!   And the new windows are in at The Low Granite Outcropping – should be cooler and quieter.

Up and Down, Sun and Shadow

Over and under. Another week of wet and sunny weather mixed together, and today is a rain-day. My Neighbor-The-Hunter has an arborist over who is limbing some tall pines, not beetle-kill but possibly widowmakers.
Down in the Bay according to Big Sister Dad’s doing alright.
No mowing or yardwork today but Sunday-last, in the warm sunshine we got some tomatoes into the planter beds, a San Marzano in the Giant Cage, and some Sweet 100 cherries in a circular thing – and an Anaheim pepper – all set up with drips and water and timed to go when the rain lifts. Still under water restrictions up here, but the floodgates at Folsom are pouring as the fresh snow-melt comes down the mountain.
And my Fox Creek motorcycle jacket (off eBay, 42L) arrived and it fits! Heavy duty stuff. I just realized my Arai Signet/e lid is about as old as the Gentleman’s Express and maybe I should look into a new one. They simply wear out over time, from inside-out, and even though they may appear to be new the interior foam degrades and becomes compromised. Indeed checking the chinstrap on the D-ring side, it’s stamped “08/98” which would coincide with the Edelweiss High Alpine Adventure trip and the age of the R1100R itself. It’s a little dated in style, and lacks the dual forehead vents my wife’s Signet GT has and improved chin-ventilation. And my dirt-lid is of similar age and decrepitude.
Sheesh, it’s been a while! Maybe something red metallic to match the bike. Or Captain America style…
I need to get with the times!

Sunny with Taxes


The wall of wet weather drizzled away, and after two days of showers the sunshine has returned. Spring is really here when the sunlight comes over the distant hill and straight through the slats of the shutters, into the bedroom at 6:53AM in the morning. The swampy parts are still swampy but there’s much to do elsewhere and mornings are still a bit cold at 37°F.

Week of Rain

More snow in the Sierra, more thunderstorms in the foothills, more potential for flooding in the Valley and Delta.
Got the front-slope of the “acre prairie” cut and spread with weed-n-feed last evening, and was cleaning up the mower when the first raindrops started. It started slow and became steady through the night.
Just now a storm cell blew over and blocked the satellite, briefly relieving me from watching the Goresuch hearings, but reception returned. I’m not much of a rainy-day stay-at-home, so I’m fixing to make a move and get out and about.
Just don’t know what-for.

Daylight Justice


Happy Daylight Savings! 81-degrees here at the Ranch yesterday, but I’m in direct sun and kinda down in a hollow out of the wind. The swamp is slowly drying but the spring is still running.

UPDATE: 85-degrees out on the pasture today and the rat-pile of sticks and leaves I had raked-up under the big oak needed disposing, so I rolled the green-waste bin down across the grass and around the swampy parts and shoveled it full until I could barely move the damn thing. Phew!

Sun! (and travel)

The bi-polar weather around here is amazing, with a big difference between the Western Slope and the Bay – but the days are getting longer by the minute, and daffodils are in bloom everywhere up here, including on The Embankment at the Ranch.
Drove down Tuesday and spent part of Wednesday with Dad until he got tired of me being there, literally. We spent the evening wading into the piles of paperwork on the kitchen table, figuring out the different accounts and how the money flowed, and sending email notices to far-flung friends. I grilled a steak on my grill-pan that I had brought with me, and it turned out very nice. We talked as we went through the papers, and we choked-up only a few times.
He went to bed early while I stayed up till about 11:00PM when I found a missing link to one past-due billing notice (Mom was correct and they have to fix it), and the soon-due Property Tax bill.
In the morning I got up at 6:00 and went down-stairs to dig-out the coffee-maker and brew a small pot of coffee – and I kept at the paperwork: medical stuff into one stack, billing statements and receipts into another, and Tax documents into a separate basket – and to-shred stuff into a large bin. Dad got up around 7:00 and said it was the first time he had been able to sleep-in that late in years.
We went into the living room and more cleanup began, mostly of old India stuff, but including a discussion about the old derelict 90’s-era TV in the corner which he wanted removed, and identified a few more things to haul-out: an old broken printer and a non-functional garage-sale “shredder” of the old “strip-style” that Mom had acquired. We got the property tax bill written-out and just needed two things – stamps and a working shredder. So we went to Costco.
He used the cart as a walker helping to keep upright in the bright outdoor sunshine, moving from the truck to the brightly lit and bustling interior, but the input of sensations and the effort was a bit much and he got tired. We paused and sat on a metal bench by the Pharmacy. He noted how the powder-coated metal bench would leave grill-marks on your ass after a short sit-down and was NOT the kind of memorial bench we might get for Mom… With a stamp on the bill we went to a late lunch at the Fishmarket, we both got the light-eater’s plate, skewer of rockfish with sliced tomatoes. He mentioned that I might run into traffic traveling home, and I said, “So you had enough of me?” I think I just wore him out, so we took our leftovers and went home.
I loaded the truck with the heavy old 30″ tube-TV and the other stuff, threw a tarp over it, said our good-byes and drove off, wading into the awful-awful terrible BayAryan afternoon rush-hour traffic. At 3:45 It was a parking lot all the way through Milpitas, and my gas gauge showed 1/4 tank as I rolled along at 10mph for mile after mile. Got to Pleasanton and filled-up and hit the road again where things were marginally better, 30mph-ish with bursts up to 50mph. This is awful “togetherness” is shit I do not miss. Eventually things cleared up even more in the EastBay, and getting over the bridge at Benicia the traffic was flowing pretty good at 75mph and better all the way past Dixon, through Davis where the cops were out ticketing (two cars), across the flooded Yolo Bypass, through the dismal bustle of Sacramento, and up into the hills to home at 7:45.

Snow!

The Blessings of Snowflakes gently falling. Not unusual for the rest of you Americans, but it snowed yesterday and now it’s snowing this morning – something that the multicultural California BayAryans would not see or enjoy.
Had a bit of a panic with Dad over the weekend prompted by my Drama Queen sister, but he’s OK and I’m going to mosey down one of these days for a visit and to help out around the house, when we get a decent weather-window in the forecast.

10-day

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So we got a week of clear-lookin’ weather and the Climate Pundits are panicking that the increased temperatures will accelerate the snow-melt and the Great Deluge will begin all over again. Perhaps they should have thought about that and the condition of the dams and levees before wasting a wad on the High-Speed Choo-Choo to Nowhere vanity-project.
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I went to work fixin’ the other AR to depressing CA-spe and regain a functioning magazine release without the previously approved Bullet-Button. The Magpul Mossberg-SGA shotgun-stock (with a slightly longer bolt) hooked up to the Exile Machine Buttstock adapter and handles OK. Yeh it’s goofy looking but comfortable enough – and the Bravo Company backing-plate has a QD point on it so it hangs off the sling fine. I just had to move the light around to the other side so I could activate it without the now evil vertical fore-grip. Meh. There’s no end in sight to ideological stupidity in the One-Party Politburo Stupidslature, which is why we want out of California and form the 51st State of Jefferson! Yea-haw! If CA attempts to secede we are the best antidote – a new Red State, easily as viable as Idaho.
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Dry Day

The sun came out to flirt, and we scooted down to Costco for provisions. Steaks for the freezer, nuts for the larder, whiskey for the bar: Bulleit Rye since they were out of Knob Creek Rye and they don’t carry Tin Cup.
Went up to the other end of town, and at Tractor Supply picked up two 4’x8′ pieces of utility fencing panels in order to make a giant tomato cage for the upcoming crop. A snip with the bolt-cutters here, a bend there, and I should be able to make a 6-foot tall square stairway to heaven.
A couple snips off the bottom cross-rungs and it will be free to poke into the loamy raised-bed.
Meanwhile it’s gonna rain again Sunday so enjoy it while it lasts:

UPDATE: Well that was weird. It clouded-up and snowed big fluff, blobby, bits of snow — then it turned to sleet and covered the pasture.
I awoke to a deck still covered in slush, but everything else melted – and it’s cold. Brrr!

Moar Inundation

Today we’re already good for 1.12″ at this hour, since it deluged last night. Looking at around four more inches in the next 24-hour period. Miner’s Inches I guess, though I never figured-out the math on that since I do pictures and graphics not number-puzzles – and even yet, it still just doesn’t square up with me. I guess I’m not really a very smart person.
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Anyhow we got more numbers:
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