Hm. The weather seems less than ideal for the old bikey ridey this morning. The weather widget says we’ve gotten 0.15 inch since I oozed out of bed two hours ago, it’s still bucketing down, and I am no Laura Killingbeck. I prefer my velo-adventures sunny-side up with some toasty 65°-degree-plus temps if I can get ’em. Just ’cause I have mudguards doesn’t mean I wanna use ’em.
We Duck! Citizens enjoyed a high of 81° yesterday, well short of the record — 92° in 2022 — with zero precip’. In fact, the National Weather Service reports that we have had but a trace of moisture so far in May, and just 0.33 inch in April, a mere dribble compared to the usual half-inch.
Up to 0.24 inch since I started typing this post. Woof. We could corral those missing April showers today.
Anyone who has forgotten/is unaware how important water is to us here in the upper reaches of the Chihuahuan Desert, where the yappy purse dogs roam free, can become wise following the online musings of water wizard John Fleck. Buy him a coffee if you can spare the funds; I attended one water-board meeting in the Seventies, as a cub reporter fueled by vile percolator joe, and I can assure you John needs all the proper java he can get.
In other news, our man Charles Pelkey is working the early shift in Laramie as local host of NPR’s “Morning Edition,” and anyone who misses the glory days of Live Update Guy can catch his act on the Innertubes at Wyoming Public Media. That other fella he used to work with at LUG remains unemployable in print, broadcast, and online.
I do serve at least one small purpose, however. After my own cup of coffee I scattered some bird seed around under the patio cover so the tweeties could enjoy a snack out of the wet. Queuing up at the feeders today must feel like being a hobo outside a Seattle soup kitchen.
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We have clouds, some with dark undersides. No rain for us so far, and the probabilities are low except over the White Mountains in East Central AZ. Glad you are getting some to at least get you back to the average.
The hummers are back in town and drinking two cups of nectar a week out of our two feeders.
We got clobbered today. It was great. Puddles ever’ whichaway. I’ll have to reload the bird feeders now that the sun’s back out. The hummers are giving us a serious workout too.
Been rainy up this way, too. Went up to the Bomb Factory on Tuesday and found out they had disabled my badge. After sitting in an open area for an hour and a half while my admin battled the bureaucracy, I heard thunder, got on the motorcycle, and headed back to Fanta Se. Got home soaking wet, but upright.
Turns out the badging bureaucrats dropped a hand-off when my semi-retired status was renewed for another year. Sheesh. Good think we don’t do anything actually important up there…