The corner of Deluge and Vine

We get any more rain and this vine is liable to start marching around like one of those space-alien vegetables in "The Day of the Triffids."

We get any more rain and this vine is liable to start marching around like one of those space-alien vegetables in "The Day of the Triffids."

No wonder we felt as though we were growing gills in July. According to the Bibleburg Gaslight, we got 5.39 inches of rain — 3.43 inches more than normal — and there’s more on the way, as August is normally the rainiest month of the year.

This weather is one of the reasons my ancestors fled the Emerald Isle, the others being the Catholic church, the Presbyterian church and of course, the English.

And it’s why I left Oregon for a job on the copy desk at The Pueblo Chieftain, which is a newspaper in the same sense than a Roadmaster is a bicycle.

Alas, I can’t flee Bibleburg for drier climes. I’m married now, and a property owner. Plus there are the cats to consider. Their shortest auto trip is my bus trip to Vegas.

Besides, we have this vine taking over the deck we can’t use because it’s generally about as welcoming as the boat dock outside the hotel in “Key Largo.” Someone has to stick around and keep an eye on it.

5 Responses to “The corner of Deluge and Vine”

  1. 1
    John:

    Apparently if you want July in Colorado weather these days you gotta head to the Pacific Northwest. I heard Vancouver hit a high of 108 the other day, two degrees higher than the all time high in toasty Grand Junction, and Seattle was in the 105 range.

    Good thing climate change is just a myth perpetuated by those tree hugging enviros.

  2. 2
    Charlie:

    I hear you on the weather. Record rain and low temps here in upstate NY in the ‘dacks. Cutting firewood is tough plus the deerflys suck. Literally!! When you add trying to ride, well, it’s enough to make you want to drink.

  3. 3
    swell:

    Deerfly & blackfly season here too - they seem to be able to hover around my head until just above 10MPH, and as I go faster they lose interest & look for an easier meal!

  4. 4
    Ben S.:

    Cool and dry here is the middle of skunk season. They seem to have lowered wildlife property values enough the both the raccoons and possums have left the neighborhood for tonier digs further north.

    We are just not getting the heat we usually get around here. It’s been like June and an occasionally May since well May. Decent riding and commuting weather and the mosquito seem to be under control for a change.

    We’ll see what winter brings. Time to tune up the snowblower and generator.

  5. 5
    James:

    Forecasts for another round of the Child are not encouraging for the next 6-9 months. Riding in the rain, wind and mud is fun….but not everyday. It is the one thing (weather related) that I hate about Cal-ee-four-knee-yah.

    I was just hoping to make enought dough to afford that summer home Down Under.

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