Yet More Rain

 We actually had a thunderstorm shortly after sunset and it rained again, quite a lot of rain. If we weren't soaked before, we are certainly soaked now. But now the trend is toward drier air and scanty rain chances and higher temperatures, and I'm ready for that. Too humid lately and I'm tired of the rain. Yes, too much of a good thing. 

It's interesting that this week the rain chances do not go to zero. And we'll avoid the triple digits. 

Wow! 100 days of war, and we haven't won 1 fucking thing but humiliation, a dead aircraft carrier, a lot of money down the toilet, Russia and Iran making a deal that will guarantee Iran keeps its nuclear program, a dozen or more downed aircraft, at least 400 US casualties, and who knows how many dead because nobody's talking, apart from spinning tall tales and outright lies. Way to go. No end in sight. Oh say can you see? But don't worry! It'll be over in a few more days. Just as it was over a few days ago, and a few days before that, and a few days before that, and a few days before that--- because Marco "Mutt" Rubio said so. Over and over again, since the war began, 100 days ago. Dream on. 

So Much Rain!

 So much rain this morning! The best yet. I suspect that playa lakes will now be in good shape. Sunday we begin to have a change to warm and dry conditions, with much lower humidity and higher temperatures. It was quite cool this morning as well as very wet. We are soaked and really need to dry a bit. It's been cloudy for a long time, too, and it will be good to have a bit of sunshine.

When I Was A Child

 In my childhood I frequently enjoyed pork chops, whizz cheese and baloney sandwiches with a glass of milk, and to this day I like pork rinds splashed with hot sauce. And a glass of milk. Yes, and I sometimes have a craving for a thick slice of salami topped with pepper jack cheese, and a slice of red onion, lots of mustard and mayo, and lettuce, on Jewish rye bread. And a glass of milk. So tasty. Oy! Already I make myself hungry. I once rented a nice little apartment from an oil man and we became friends and played many games of checkers together while his wife watched. He was a demon checker player and it made me proud when I could play him to a draw. I gave him once a beautiful inlaid checker board and some hand crafted wooden checkers. He was worth millions and sent checks to Israel. He thought that was a good thing to do. When he died it was very sudden and he died happy. Was that his reward? I doubt it. He knew not what he did, and in that respect he was much like the rest of us. But he was rich, and in that respect he was not like the majority of us. He was also horny as a stoat but that's another story. Again last evening there were heavy clouds and lightning and thunder but I had no rain. I had entertainment but no rain. About five miles east of me they had rain. We have one more good shot at rain Saturday, and then it turns hot and dry again. This morning I worked outside, early. TGIF! I have not worked for anyone in over twenty years, but I still have that TGIF feeling. Even that ONIM feeling, despite one day like another, with only few exceptions. 

When I look out this big window I see no UAP, no green fireballs, but lots of green growing things but they are earthly plants and not BEMs, and it is cloudy and looks like rain. But I don't think it will this morning. I am getting a little tired of this humidity and the general sogginess of it all. Some heat and dry air will be appreciated. 

Gee Whizz!

 It is yet another cool and wet morning. Just as the sun rose a shower of rain came down. Not a heavy shower but a desultory one with big heavy drops falling straight down, a treat to see. No wind or breeze of any kind. Lacrimosa if that's the right word, from the sky. And still we have no green fireballs or mystery booms. But that mix of rain and bright morning sunshine was prodigious enough for the likes of us. What is happening in the backyard is phenomenal. The growth! The green of it! Outside the big window in this office, it really has become a wall of green. This house is in a development at what was once the very edge of town, and it is still close to the edge of town, if town signifies "development", and it was a custom build with features no other house in this neighborhood has, like the big windows, double pane of course and well insulated, and a rather elaborate fireplace and mantel, and so on. At any rate, in this office there is an old, heavy, and quite large desk. No dinky thing is it, and it has real age to it and it is a joy to see such a thing, of real wood, and no plywood or composite material . It must weigh 500 lbs. I'm glad I wasn't the one who moved it in here. I can't even imagine how that was done. My wife told me what a task it was to get it in. The desk belonged to her father and was part of his estate. I should try someday to do something serious and consequential at this desk, because it deserves it. This blog, although gratifying, is not a serious or consequential task, alas. I am probably not capable of performing any form of serious or consequential task, am not now, was not then, and never shall be. So be it. 

And frankly, I don't give a shit. 

Storms Overnight

 Overnight storms were not severe and brought much needed rain. This could be a wet day, and the morning is rather cool. Rainfall amounts do not appear to have been very substantial. A heavy rain will leave a high water mark of debris in the driveway but I did not see that this morning. We were under a flood watch yesterday evening but that might have been a bit optimistic! I have yet to check today's forecast. I've been reading old journal volumes lately. I've kept a journal since 1980, on a regular basis, and sporadically since about 1974 but not much of that early material survives. It interests me to read about the challenges I faced then, the things that occupied me and became matters of concern in those days. Fascinating. I still keep a journal, but I have little to record since one day is so much like another. I like it like that. Stability is very important now. I wish to maintain the status quo. 

Years ago there were storms in my life. I hope there will never be such storms again. Enough.