Clouds we got, sometimes. Rain, snow? Not so much.
The mornings are chilly in these early days of the Year of Our Lard 2025, but once the sun finally creeps over the Sandias, shortly before 9, things warm up considerably. The weather wizards predict a high of 60° today.
Yes, I said 60°. Six-oh degrees Fahrenheit. In January.
Good for the healthful outdoor exercise, for those of us who take it. Unless we’re talking skiing. Also, not so much for the plants and wildlife and drinking water come summer. See John Fleck for more.
In the meantime, we need not bundle up like the Michelin Man for running and riding so far this winter. It’s been so unseasonably warm that my brother geezers, who ordinarily are traveling to ski or working out in the gym, have called a ride for today.
In the early afternoon, of course. No need to wear the hair shirt. We are not children, with their barely tested HVAC systems fresh from the factory.
Meanwhile, Miss Mia Sopaipilla gets to bird-watch at the patio door, where I scatter a little seed for the house finches and dark-eyed juncos who don’t feel like battling the bigger birds at our feeders.
There’s a little bit of Sylvester and Tweety Bird going on there in her little mind. Bad ol’ puddy tat. …
In other news, the cuckoos in the House of Reprehensibles nearly give their Squeaker the bird. Says NYT’s Carl Hulse: “House Republicans certainly relish their internal drama.” Dinner theater for the insane.
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Low fifties up here today in the People’s Republic. Got in an hour and 45 minute ride up Old Santa Fe Trail to the end. Nice.
Good for you, K. Me, I logged an hour or so in the dentist’s chair. Man, did I ever pick the wrong day to have a couple old fillings replaced. What a gorgeous day.
At least you still have those two teeth. They had to evict one of mine. Something about “tooth resorption”. Gonna have to get an implant.
That was fun. Took about an hour to get the bugger out. When they say something is “like pulling teeth” now I know what they mean.
Ah, the joys of dentistry. I was born with only three wisdom teeth, but all three were impacted, and getting two of them out was like drilling for water in Ash Fork, Ariz. Good God Awmighty. Hammer and tongs.
The third is dug in so deeply that it couldn’t be removed without TNT. So there it remains.
I had all four wisdom teeth pulled at once back in my Hawaii days. I felt like someone had used a jackhammer on my head.
77 here today. Close to record warmth. Warmest December on the 150 year record. Only 0.4 inches of rain in the last 130 days. Moving into the severe drought category in the next few weeks.
But, I did trade a 6 month Taylor guitar even up for a 17 year old Taylor. Guitars do strange things to your mind.
Seventy-seven? Oof. And dry, too. Yeech. The “new” guitar should help, though.
I’ve had a hankering to play the flute lately and am trying very hard not to buy a new one (the old Boosey & Hawkes is totally banjaxed). Instead I just picked up the Roadhouse and murdered “Time” by Tom Waits and “London Homesick Blues” by Gary P. Nunn.
I think our last meaningful precipitation was early/mid November. Our Lady of Perpetual High seems to have set up over us.
An, the Perpetual High. I remember it well. …
Oh. Not that Perpetual High? Never mind. …
Isn’t that the name of Willy’s tour bus?