We got 0.28 inch of rain yesterday in about 28 seconds, so, ’ray for us.
The deluge will not resolve our water issues, though it ended the struggles of at least one poor soul whose last known address was a washout down near Edith and Roy.
We stayed indoors where it couldn’t get us. Well, mostly.
Herself took her chances with an early run. I held out hope for a bike ride, and if I’d moved fast I could’ve had one, too.
But fast is not my speed. So instead of risking a good soaking I dithered, waffled, and procrastinated, and then finally tottered out for a short run and never even got my shoes damp, though at one point I was jogging up a sandy arroyo that feeds into that long flume ride downtown.
Then, later that afternoon, boom, down it came.
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The Land of 300 Days of Sunshine has been in 20% Chance of 50% Chance of 0.25″ of Mixed Precipitation for about two weeks. The mountains are little bit whiter, and the lawn shrooms are doing just fine, thank you very much. And somehow there seems to be a light break just enough times to take the dogs for a stroll. The mutt with a little bit of sheepdog could work part time as a chamois. If we send him out back to do his business, it takes him about 30 seconds to soak up the dew all the way to his armpits (and dogs have four of those!) as well as a decent amount of chlorophyll from the grass, so he looks like he dipped himself in the Chicago River on March 17th.
Hal’s been grousing about that weather all y’all are dealing with up to there. Seems to be something of an extended mud season in CrustyTucky.
Neighbors on either side both have dogs now, and the newest one is a great big ol’ Great Pyrenees-St. Bernard combo, acquired to keep the deer out of the veggie garden. Hoo-lawd, I bet she smells real good after a half-inch of rain in two days.
We got rain but not to the point where stuff was floating away.
Well, we got our deluge today. The road flooded up over the curb and into the front yard. Wow.
A neighbor’s blue recycling bin set sail down the cul-de-sac to just short of our place during Monday’s frog-strangler. We call the cul-de-sac either the Tewa River or Lake Tewa depending on how much water is headed for the drain at the bottom. On Monday it was the lake.
Camino de las Crucitas could be used for white water rafting on a day like yesterday, with the speed bumps providing the white water excitement. I had never seen the water that high.
Chairman Moe. Oh yeah!
Hey Moe! Woo woo woo woo woo. …
Happy Operation Overlord Day POG and associates !
I hope by this time the reverberation of Mr. Plant’s howling has calmed down and the levee in the burb-of-Al has been repaired. Although after yesterday’s fine soap opera occurrence ( https://www.npr.org/2025/06/06/nx-s1-5424732/trump-musk-feud-steve-bannon ) perhaps a bit more levee breaking howling is appropriate. Let us hope repairs in that realm are delayed and the sewerage begins to drain (escape) from the ma”GAG”a reservoir.
The scum that was collecting on Tesla cars perhaps isn’t as tenacious as I thought.
I think a “Friday Foaming Rant” is forming somewhere. In what reality is a anyone laughing about these two clowns?