Maybe I will start by laying (lying) in the driveway, and work my way up to the road.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, CLOUDS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
What I told ya? Fuggedaboutit. You won't even remember it tomorrow. Tomorrow it will be yesterday's news. Everybody needs to visit their medical professional to see if they can PLEASE get their meds balanced out. There is a lot to be said for silent meditation and contemplation of ones own navel. Try it...and hummmm while you are at it.
This photo of the radar maps is really more interesting than reality. We have had TWO traces of rain today, very little measurable if any at all. I expect there may be a few hundredths of an inch, but nothing really that exciting. We seem to be on the edges of the real rainfall, but that is okay, we will take these little dribbles and drabs and be happy with it.
I should have stayed in bed this morning. Although I made many accomplishments (and got almost everything on my 'to-done' list checked off), this was a day of numerous failures. I will try to list them for you.
It has been two or three days since it has rained out here on the edge of nowhere, but I think that might be changing over the weekend. I have a couple goals that I would like to achieve over the weekend, getting grass cut (I swear I just cut it last weekend and it looks like I haven't cut it in a month), I want to wash the breakfast room windows, and I would like to get the home telephone reported as being out of order. The clouds when I got home were particularly lovely this afternoon. Now they are just a grey, overcast nothing when you look up...but earlier they were magnificent!
This is an interesting fungi, growing outside the door to the condo in Austin. There has certainly been plenty of moisture for the up-cropping of interesting plants and (possibly) native species. I have no idea what it is, and I have never seen anything quite like it. kind of pretty though, and I think the yellow vein work compliments the overall pinkish color of the fungal growth. If anyone know what it is, let me know, and I will add your name to the blue ribbon advisory council I was recently named to at the condo BOD meeting. Nothing to it, really!
If there was any doubt, this is photographic proof that I am TALLER than Elizabeth! Even though I have never been known for my stature, in a pinch I can easily prove that I am taller than short people. Tonight was out Austin Board of REALTORS® Annual TREPAC Wine Tasting event. It was a great event, and we had about a hundred TREPAC investors there, sipping the Kool-Aid (or in this case the various wine selections), and investing in TREPAC. I have to tell you, I get a lot of CRAP about my variety of Croc footwear, but tonight, the joke is on all of y'all! This particularly fetching pair of Crocs were sold at auction during the event, for FIVE HUNDRED big ones, and I was able to also negotiate a 'life estate' into the deal, so I get to keep the Crocs until I pass in a 'natural' fashion, and then the fabulous footwear will go to the auction winner. I think that is totally a 'win-win' situation, and I totally promise to take 'reasonable care' of the Crocs until my demise!
I wish someone would take pity on me and find me a source for cantaloupes that taste like cantaloupes are supposed to taste. I travelled half-way to Houston (figuratively speaking) to the Georgetown Farmer's Market, and got what as 'guaranteed' to be a delicious, ripe cantaloupe. I got it home and it was ripe and juicy, but it was pale (delicate?) and did not taste like a cantaloupe as I remember from my youth. I got two cantaloupes last Friday (and a grocer-type establishment that I am ashamed to admit I patronized, but it was convenient), and suspected that they were not ripe, so I put them both in a paper sack (followed the directions I downloaded from the Googles, except the part that said I should add a banana and/or a tomato to steep along inside the bag with them), and unleashed and cut into one of them this afternoon. BEAUTIFUL! The one I cut open looks beautiful. I could not ask for a still life oil painting by one of the Renaissance Masters that would look any better than this FREAKING cantaloupe. BUT...it is kind of crunchy (not juicy) and it has NO TASTE. I think I may be doomed in the cantaloupe procurement department, and I am considering abandoning this latest binge. I do things in binges. I happen to be on a cantaloupe binge right now, but I fear I am a failure.
Pretty much as it was predicted (thanks Albert), it was grey and cloudy and dribble for most of the day. I took full advantage of it, did very little outside other than to give the chicken coop a good cleaning and changed the cedar shavings in their nesting boxes. Did some reviewing for a class I am guiding tomorrow, and took a couple naps. Other than taking the girl dog for a ride, we did not leave the house.
Over the past week, including the rain we have received so far today, we have documented over 9" of rain out here on the edge of nowhere! And it started raining about an hour ago, and it is supposed to keep raining until Tuesday. Freaky weather all across the country, and I guess freaky is just the new normal. Jody and I went into Georgetown this afternoon for lunch, and we were caught in a DOWNPOUR. It rained really hard on us on the way home, but we outran it and made it home where there had been just a little rain. BUT NOW we are in for some heavy rains off and on for the next couple days. Don't get me wrong, we are not complaining (yet), and we know we are lucky that we have not been experiencing floods, fires, tornadoes, alligators, fallen trees, locusts, other varieties of pestilence, ice storms, or other weather related maladies. We are just happy with the rain, and that will do for us, thank you very much.
I actually took this photograph on purpose, although I had to spend several moments trying to remember what it was a photograph OF... So, I decided I would use it as my photo documentation to accompany this journal entry. SO, I think it would be fun to have a little challenge (I hesitate to call it a contest, but I think a challenge is totally appropriate), to see who of you (my multitudes of daily followers) can figure out what this is. If no one figures it out, I may even leave a clue here and there. Not today, but maybe. What do you think it is?
Well, with an inter webs connection and a little bit of editing, I did not need to go in search of a photo for today's journal entry. It seems that VANDALS have deposited nude sculptures of 'the Donald' in five major cities across the U.S. today, and at least one of them (NYC) was unceremoniously hauled off and deposited face-down in the back of a City Works pick up truck. I assume it will be reported as a conspiracy, but that is okay with me. I think it is all bordering on the ridiculous, and I am tired of it all. Oh, and if you would care to see a couple -edited versions, there are plenty of them posted variously on Facebook, or just let me know and I will forward them along to you.
Traffic this morning was OUT OF CONTROL. Okay, granted, it was raining (and it is still raining), and for all practical purposes Hell may as well have just gone on and frozen over. Drivers in central Texas cannot drive, PERIOD. It does not matter if it is 70 degrees outside with a light north wind, 25% humidity and high noon, drivers in central Texas cannot drive. They can't drive when it is a beautiful day, they can't drive when there is ice or snow on the ground, they cannot drive when it has been raining for the last five minutes. They need therapy. They need to face facts that they need to leave earlier, not drive faster. It was a grueling drive in to the city, and I have to tell you, I am not at all sure jut how this truck on the service road did it, but he did make for an interesting drive-by. Add that to the list of road closures, low-water-crossing closures, the threat of flash-flooding AND the fact that drivers in central Texas cannot drive, and you have the makings of (at least) the third or fourth circle of Hell on the highways.
There is no better way to start a grey, gloomy, humid, overcast day, than with a big ole pile of eggs. Every weekend, Jody and I start off the day with a big ole pole of eggs. Jody usually has half of a scone or a muffin to go along with his bog ole pile of eggs, but I am a purist, just a big ole pile of eggs for me, please. Actually, I am trying to lose a few pounds, otherwise I would be having a scone myself, but that is a whole other story. I could probably be more successful in my weight loss endeavors if I cut back on the big ole pile of eggs just a bit, but, well...never mind.
Three years ago today (it was a Monday), Jody and I got all legalized. After being together for 21 years, we figured that was not good enough (okay I am the one that proposed) and after about month or two of planning, we (along with about a half dozen friends from Austin, Houston and Palm Beach) made it to Connecticut, where we interrupted the birthday weeks of Melody, her mother and her daughter Arienne. We got the license on Monday morning, and that afternoon, we entered into Holy Matrimony via a Republican Justice of the Peace. Republicans in Connecticut are a little bit different in Connecticut than they are in Texas (not that there is anything wrong with that), and so far we are living happily ever after. We have two anniversaries every year, one less formal than the other, but both observed with gusto and affection. Here's to another 24 years. Next year will make 25, and I suggest you all start now to see what the appropriate gift is for a quarter-century of happiness!
It's hump day y'all. HUMP DAY. I need to take a nap. I woke up earlier than usual this morning, concerned that I had improperly spelled Bentley in last night's entry. Now I expect I will wake up early tomorrow, wondering if that apostrophe is in the proper place. Is is t's or ts' or is it just okay to ignore the need of an apostrophe and fake it, or is an apostrophe unnecessary and I am just stressing out about nothing (which is usually the case for me). Whatever the case, as long as I stressed about it, I decided to share the photo of the Bentley that was behind me yesterday afternoon at the rail road crossing. Now, is rail road one word or two? Oh crap...well, actually in this case it is two words, but is it more proper to make it one word or...
Well, this is just another sign that global warming is real. Or that E does not really = MC2. Or perhaps the symbol for water is NOT H2O. There really is such a thing as Dr. Seuss. Or maybe Sheldon is NOT the smartest man on a sitcom. Or we collect upwards of two dozen eggs per day. Perhaps only tame bears shit in the woods. Or the current Pope is Episcopalian. Pi is really 3.17. The Fourth of July is supposed to fall on the 7th. The mortality rate of goats is not normally as high as it is on our neighbors property. Solar panels are really installed only to attract clouds. Honey is not really bee spit, and money DOES grow on trees. Everything I believed I knew is up for grabs. The sage up by the road has been blooming for about three days now, and not a drop of rain. Nothing. Blooming sage means it is going to rain. But nothing. I am very confused.
This has not been a particularly good year for egg production on behalf of the 16 chickens that we still have out here on the edge of nowhere (down from about 30 or so we had last year and the years before). That was before the neighbors moved in with the chicken-killing dogs. Not sure if the canine rampages scared them out of fertility, or if the rain floated their fertility to dryer grounds or if the heat has baked the fertility out of them. Whatever the cause, so far this year we have only harvested 842 eggs (that equals 70.17 dozen if you care), not that anyone other ME is counting. Some days we get no eggs, some days we get a couple eggs, but the average on a daily basis is +/- 4 eggs a day. Today was the motor-lode of eggs in recent memory; 9 eggs. Quite a haul if I do say so myself! That ought to do us for a bit. On the weekends, Jody and I go through more than a dozen eggs in two breakfasts, but we have been poor neighbors in the egg sharing department. Maybe that will turn around now. We shall see.
I remember Top Value stamps a little bit from when I was a kid, but nothing like the S&H Green Stamps. It was interesting to me the responses I got about the Green Stamps. Today we have frequent flyer miles, cash back and other things that entice us to buy this or that with this or that. I am positive that when my mother died, I found a couple books of S&H Green Stamps in a drawer of her house in Cedar Park. Positive. Like I have said before, there was still stuff on the shelf under her end tables that was there if 1968 when we left the suburbs of Detroit. Close, but not 100% hoarding activities going on there, I think that is probably where I get my need for retail therapy. Who knows?
Is it still Thursday? It has been kind of a long week. Today was a long day of meetings, but the high point of the year (that is, in TREPAC years), was our Major Investor Appreciation event held this evening. It was a great event, attended by many of our local board leadership, volunteers, and role models, as well as our state leadership and even volunteers from the National Association of REALTORS®. It is wonderful to all have an opportunity to get together and share the messages of advocacy and awareness. After the event, some of us migrated to the bar (I never really understand how that happens, but it does), and this is the photographic record of that happening. There was a lot of money invested in TREPAC this evening, and that will go a long way to ensure our ongoing efforts to maintain property owner rights and the preservation of REALTOR® interests now and in the future. There is always something. A big THANKS to David for this photo.
One of the (many) advantages (and benefits) to living on the edge of nowhere is the neighbors. Probably not neighbors in the same way you think of them, but neighbors none-the-less. We can see the house of one neighbor from our house (if you go out into the front yard), and the house of another neighbor if you go up to the road and the corn or sorghum has been harvested. And some of our neighbors are seven or eight miles away, but we are all still neighbors. Neighbors out here share things; we share eggs when we have them, figs when the picking is good, honey when we were keeping bees. Kind words are shared more than anything, and waves when we pass any of them (and strangers, too) on the roads. People in trucks wave more frequently than people in cars. The neighbors share with us too; most recently cantaloupes (some ordinary ones and some not so ordinary), corn, beans, little pound cakes, cookies, peaches, whatever is in season. Sharing is good, and that is one of the things that make the drives back and forth worthwhile.
I can remember one Saturday afternoon when I was growing up in Detroit. I had no idea, but my dad took me into Detroit, which was not that unusual. We stopped at this guys house, and he showed my dad this bike. It was a Schwinn Black Phantom, and in my opinion, he was convinced that I needed to have that bicycle. I ended up with it, and still had it when my dad died. It was a workhorse. I delivered newspapers with that bike for five or six years. I had paper routes for at least 8 years, and that bike alone must have weighed about 40 pounds. It had a HUGE spring in the fork, a light and a horn. A kick stand, chrome fenders and a leather seat that probably came off an old Indian motorcycle. My bike prior to that time was a red Murray, that my mom got me with Green Stamps. We used to get all kinds of stuff with Green Stamps. S&H Green Stamps were like the credit card rewards of the day, a premium you got when you bought groceries, gas and lots of other stuff.
Overall, it was not a terrible day for traffic. This representation is not quite accurate. I was on my way home this afternoon, and this is the view of IH-35 where it intersects with Toll 45, the divider line of Travis County and Williamson County, the City of Austin and the City of Round Rock. Usually, everything on this map would be red and pulsing! BUT, not too bad today, even though I had to sit through two wreck on the north bound side to make it to this point.