How dry it am

The Bloo Voodoo Wazoo on Friday, before Old Man Winter laid his icy breath on the ’hood.

Break out the sled, hon’, the dog’s rarin’ to go.

One minute you’re tooling around in the Duke City dust, peeling off layers under sunny skies, and the next it’s 10-percenting all over the lawn.

Snowpocalypse it isn’t, but we’ll take every milliliter of moisture we can get.

In a few days we’ll be back at the New Normal — 50s and sunny — and the chains will return to singing “How Dry I Am.”

I may go for a run in this winter wonderland, and then again I may not. I feel like Herself is trying to share her cold with me, the trails may be treacherous, and you know how it is with the elderly, pneumonia and broken hips.

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9 Responses to “How dry it am”

  1. larryatcycleitalia Says:

    Your first photo kind of reminds me of here in Sicily – all it needs is some olive trees, a seashore, a few more rocks and perhaps some trash laying around?
    We enjoyed a true “Buona Domenica” via sleeping-in, a 40 km bike ride followed by pinzimonio, insalata caprese and zuppa di ceci e spinaci along with a bottle of Sicilian Syrah for lunch.
    After caffe it was watching (more like sleeping in my case) World Cup ‘cross on TV + TdU and then more ‘cross.
    W Katie Compton! Can she be coming into perfect form for the World’s?
    Tonight’s the finale of the San Sebastian festival with fireworks – good thing I took that nap!

  2. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Our next door neighbor friend’s needed a lift to Tucson today, so the distaff side could get some emergency, out patient, eye surgery to save the sight in one eye. We were happy to oblige, and we just got back. We left this morning at 0730. We are tired puppies.

    The high today down here was 47. We paid the price of winds and cold, but only got a trace of rain. It will not be a good fire season around here if we don’t get some rain, and snow on the mountains, soonest.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      How long a drive is that these days, Pat? Tucson isn’t getting any smaller and I expect that the motoring is even less happy than it was when I lived off Orange Grove Road in 1980.

      What we got here barely qualified as snow. The wind was blowing pretty well, though, so at least it was cold. I stayed inside and fiddled with audio gear and cooked an extremely basic bolognese in honor of Larry and Heather.

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        It is about 75 miles from here to the East side of Tucson. We had to go a little further to the Northeast side to get to the doctor’s office and hospital between Broadway and Speedway on Wilmot. The traffic in Tucson pretty much reminds me of Duke City. Not so good compared to our little burg, but it’s a whole lot better then the New Jersey Turnpike!

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        Tucson is a skosh smaller than Albuquerque and a bit bigger than Bibleburg. I dislike driving in all three places.

        Never motored in Joisey. During my 1977 road trip from Colorado to Vermont and back I avoided Joisey and Noo Yawk City both. Burlington felt much more my style.

  3. Libby Says:

    Looks like Boo just had a minor glitch the other night? Hope so! looks like he doesn’t like snow, either. Even though it’s cold in Tibet, Boo’s ancesters were indoors with monks. Now he has a home with a Zen Den and practioners. Cue a monk joke.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Ah, Libby, the auld fella has enough ailments to fill many a hospital. He used to love cold, snowy weather, but he’s lost some weight (the renal issues cause him to pee protein) and has become unsteady on his pins. The one eye isn’t all that sharp (some senile retinopathy). I’m pretty sure he’s deaf in one ear. And for sure he’s daffy.

      So he gets out in the lumpy yard and makes that face. You can’t tell from the photo, but I’m making it too. It was cold out there.

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