We’re a little light on shade out here in the foothills.
“It’s been a pretty sad monsoon season across New Mexico,” says weather wizard Daniel Porter over to the Albuquerque Journal.
Truer words, etc. Water use has risen in one of the driest summers in a decade. And the phrase “hot as balls” gets used almost daily at El Rancho Pendejo, because somebody around here has a predilection for coarse language.
A sudden deluge has a go at pounding down the dust.
I wore a big-ass Carhartt boonie hat and plenty of sunscreen for my five-mile hike yesterday, well above the haze drifting along the Rio Grande. I’ll pay attention to an air-quality alert when I can’t see my shoes through the smoke and my shorts are on fire.
Still, it was as hot as balls out there. I forgot a handkerchief and had to lift my lid periodically to drag a paw across my soggy noggin.
Come evening the universe decided we deserved a break. Out of nowhere it suddenly rained good and hard, if only for a short while, and we threw open the windows and doors to let the cool breeze blast through the joint.
Nothing is likely to cool the fevered lowbrows at the GOP ‘s Nuremberg rally, alas. Short of putting the lot of ’em in the deep freeze for a few dozen campaign cycles, that is. Don’t look for links. They’re all missing. Badaboom, badabing.
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August 25, 2020 at 9:13 am |
We saw clouds to the south but as usual, Ma Nature flipped us the bird. Our neighbor walked over yesterday as I was changing the chain on the La Cruz and he looked pretty depressed. I don’t blame him. Between the bad politics, Covid, the fires, and the drought, I’m waiting for the imminent Second Coming. Maybe the gods got it wrong and instead of 666 its MAGA.
Well, maybe the Second Coming. Unless we missed it and this is actually Hell.
August 25, 2020 at 10:21 am |
Y’all got an extra drop or two, send it our way.
August 25, 2020 at 10:40 am |
I got a fast ‘cross ride in early yesterday on the Rail Trail out to Eldorado and back with a short diversion to the Spur Trail. It was still cool and the air was pretty good. This morning that side of town was blanketed in smoke.
I don’t know what the City and County are up to but they are putting loose gravel on the Spur Trail. I went flying around the first curve and almost had a gravel lunch when I started to lose the front wheel on deep gravel. Shit. Oh. Dear.
August 25, 2020 at 11:02 am |
We need to get used to it. It is what it is.
August 25, 2020 at 11:58 am |
I was getting all ‘Hell No!’ when a stray, dust neuron started glowing & I remembered this anthem.
(Yes, it should have been on the previous post…)
August 25, 2020 at 1:48 pm |
O’G, as we were discussing on the phone yesterday…
https://www.abqjournal.com/1489744/bcso-involved-in-shooting-in-ne-albuquerque.html
August 25, 2020 at 2:56 pm |
This was a different shooting, yeah? Weren’t we talking about the bicyclist who got capped down around Central?
Boy, if you were a shitheel who wanted to make your bones by killing somebody, anybody, the vicinity of Central and Juan Tabo at stupid-thirty would be the perfect place and time for it.
One thing the two stories have in common (besides death by gunshot): trailer parks nearby. God must hate those places. She visits all manner of pestilence on ’em.
August 25, 2020 at 9:40 pm |
Oh, yes. A different one. If there was just one shooting a day in Albuquerque one would think the shitheels were out on strike, Brotherhood of Cold Blooded Murderers, Local 666.