Miss Mia Sopaipilla thinks it’s a good day to leave the bike parked and hang around indoors, where there are suddenly fewer people to distract The Help from its primary mission, which is the care, feeding, and amusement of (wait for it) Miss Mia Sopaipilla.
The sisters-in-law have departed, and an air-quality alert has arrived.
I thought I smelled smoke last evening, and sure enough, fire managers from the Santa Fe National Forest apparently have begun prescribed burns.
Not a word about it from The New Mexican or the Albuquerque Journal, of course. I had to find out by checking the New Mexico Fire Information website, which I assume is available to our local newspuppies as well.
Even the TV nitwits managed to figure it out, probably after a few of their talking heads bitched during makeup about how their eyes were all itchy and red. Is it the eyeliner? Nope.
At least the Rio hasn’t risen up on its hind legs and started chasing us around, the way the ocean has on the right side of the country.
I knew I didn’t want to live anywhere in hurricane country after seeing “Key Largo.” If the ocean isn’t trying to kill you, Edward G. Robinson is. Here’s hoping our readers in that neck of the mangrove swamps are sitting high and dry.
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I have a brother in Sarasota, and another in North Port. Both are OK with no water or wind damage. Meanwhile, we cook down with high of 97 for us today. WTFO?
Meanwhile that Sam Hillborne is screaming, load the panniers buddy and let’s take a trip!
I have kin in and around Perry, in Taylor County, but haven’t heard from them in a good long while. I think I’ve mentioned that they run a hook-and-bullet magazine out there; clearly, the gift of gab runs in the family.
Getting hot here again too. 80-90° temps in the forecast for the better part of quite some time.
And I won’t be visiting McDowell Mountain Regional Park anytime soon. 109° in Fountain Hills? Puh-leeze.
Perry was hit very hard. Hopefully they evacuated in time.
Damnation. That’s like three hurricanes in a row for those folks.
Just checked, and Perry is where Hurricane Helene made landfall.
A niece and her family live in Chimney Rock, NC. News through the family grapevine is they are OK, but the situation is rough. “Consider all roads in Western NC closed” is something like the official DOT advice. I’ve motorcycled east from Asheville on I-40 and the nearby US route, an incredibly beautiful area primed to be hellacious in sever rainfall.
On a lighter note – one of the links above opens to an idyllic family outing in a creek. oh wait, that’s a stranded family wading down the road trying to get home.
We have friends in the Carolinas, but haven’t heard from them lately. I gotta tug on some coats.