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billeylerAnother beautiful start to the day, maybe a bit cooler than usual, in the low 60s with DEW on the grass again. I'm sorry...WHERE is it I live?
Again, I woke up early...this time 6:30ish. Can't crawl out of bed by 7 on a weekday, but I'm fated to wake with the dawn on the weekends. Must be something about Danny getting out of bed on a weekday at 6 and me rolling into the warm sweet spot he leaves and conking out...
When I took my coffee can full of birdseed to the feeder, I startled one of the feral cats under the stool DIRECTLY under the feeder. It was waiting for the doves or the sparrows that ground feed from the cast offs from the 10 foot high feeder. It took off like a shot and was across the property and over the "Rocky" fence in 10 seconds or less. Am I helping the chain of nature with the predator/prey thing or just enabling the birds?
Of course I had to make a trip to Home Depot to pick up more stuff for our re-parquet adventure, but only after after dealing with Walmart for 30 minutes trying to get a non-taxable purchase for work, 5 'bar stools' for the ushers in the theater. Ugh.
I came back to Danny cleaning off the backs of parquet. Repetitive, dull, wrist-breaking job. Then I started working through putting the jigsaw puzzle of the parquet back together in something like sanity. But it's not pretty...I think between us we may have gotten 15% of the parquet back down before we headed called it quits about 5:30. As careful as I was, I had nudged against the adhesive bucket and gotten glue on my legs.
If you are NOT a hairy person, it's not big deal. If you're a walking furball, getting glue on your legs IS a big deal. Mucho scrubbing in the shower finally got it all off...mostly.
Danny worked so hard scraping the old adhesive off the parquet that his hand went numb for many hours.
So, dinner at Main Chinese...nothing exciting, although I commented that the clouds were getting a little thick before we got there, and as we were leaving, there was just the first trace of rolling thunder.
I took a random way to get back home...it's only 2 miles from the restaurant, but somehow the route I took put us within 100 feet of some kind of a swat situation at Richmond and Burton, just 3 blocks from our house. We didn't dally around, but went home.
The skies opened up. Tonight, we've had TWO major thunderstorms, with enough lightning to generate power to a good sized town for a week, some of it hitting REALLY close to home. One of the weather spots showed 2 inches just a couple of blocks from here, but the airport of course only record .5 inches as of 10pm. Major flooding downtown and in own of the old Spanish settlements just north of downtown. Bad news all around...we're saturated.
During this, we tried to watch "Life on Mars," a fascinating British drama about a 2006 London cop that was hit by a car and sent back to 1973 London to solve major cases. It's juxtaposed with clues that he's really in a near-death situation in a hospital, but can't get out of 1973. The attention to detail is "spot on," as Danny would say. Tonight I learned two new British things. A "Party Seven" is an archaic brand name for a gallon of beer in a can. The word "Celebratory" is pronounced "Sell-a-BRATE-Tory" in England. But the rainfall was so heavy, we had to keep pausing the replay...and Danny was having to translate some of the more arcane British.
And now Danny's off to bed...the 12 hours we've spent working on the floor this weekend has made us ache in places we didn't know we had, and he didn't make it to his job at UNM for an hour or so as he had planned.
There was nothing on the news about the SWAT situation down the street, even though we heard gunshots and bullhorns. The rain was more newsworthy.
And it's still raining.
Again, I woke up early...this time 6:30ish. Can't crawl out of bed by 7 on a weekday, but I'm fated to wake with the dawn on the weekends. Must be something about Danny getting out of bed on a weekday at 6 and me rolling into the warm sweet spot he leaves and conking out...
When I took my coffee can full of birdseed to the feeder, I startled one of the feral cats under the stool DIRECTLY under the feeder. It was waiting for the doves or the sparrows that ground feed from the cast offs from the 10 foot high feeder. It took off like a shot and was across the property and over the "Rocky" fence in 10 seconds or less. Am I helping the chain of nature with the predator/prey thing or just enabling the birds?
Of course I had to make a trip to Home Depot to pick up more stuff for our re-parquet adventure, but only after after dealing with Walmart for 30 minutes trying to get a non-taxable purchase for work, 5 'bar stools' for the ushers in the theater. Ugh.
I came back to Danny cleaning off the backs of parquet. Repetitive, dull, wrist-breaking job. Then I started working through putting the jigsaw puzzle of the parquet back together in something like sanity. But it's not pretty...I think between us we may have gotten 15% of the parquet back down before we headed called it quits about 5:30. As careful as I was, I had nudged against the adhesive bucket and gotten glue on my legs.
If you are NOT a hairy person, it's not big deal. If you're a walking furball, getting glue on your legs IS a big deal. Mucho scrubbing in the shower finally got it all off...mostly.
Danny worked so hard scraping the old adhesive off the parquet that his hand went numb for many hours.
So, dinner at Main Chinese...nothing exciting, although I commented that the clouds were getting a little thick before we got there, and as we were leaving, there was just the first trace of rolling thunder.
I took a random way to get back home...it's only 2 miles from the restaurant, but somehow the route I took put us within 100 feet of some kind of a swat situation at Richmond and Burton, just 3 blocks from our house. We didn't dally around, but went home.
The skies opened up. Tonight, we've had TWO major thunderstorms, with enough lightning to generate power to a good sized town for a week, some of it hitting REALLY close to home. One of the weather spots showed 2 inches just a couple of blocks from here, but the airport of course only record .5 inches as of 10pm. Major flooding downtown and in own of the old Spanish settlements just north of downtown. Bad news all around...we're saturated.
During this, we tried to watch "Life on Mars," a fascinating British drama about a 2006 London cop that was hit by a car and sent back to 1973 London to solve major cases. It's juxtaposed with clues that he's really in a near-death situation in a hospital, but can't get out of 1973. The attention to detail is "spot on," as Danny would say. Tonight I learned two new British things. A "Party Seven" is an archaic brand name for a gallon of beer in a can. The word "Celebratory" is pronounced "Sell-a-BRATE-Tory" in England. But the rainfall was so heavy, we had to keep pausing the replay...and Danny was having to translate some of the more arcane British.
And now Danny's off to bed...the 12 hours we've spent working on the floor this weekend has made us ache in places we didn't know we had, and he didn't make it to his job at UNM for an hour or so as he had planned.
There was nothing on the news about the SWAT situation down the street, even though we heard gunshots and bullhorns. The rain was more newsworthy.
And it's still raining.
