“Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky.” — Tom Waits, “Til the Money Runs Out.”
Fenders and a rain jacket will not do the trick today. Maybe a wetsuit and flippers.
As of 6 a.m. Duck! City time our weather widget had recorded 0.43 inch of rain since midnight, 0.66 inch in the past 48 hours, and an astounding 3.78 inches for the month.
And it ain’t over yet. We have a flood watch that extends through late tonight for all of northern and central New Mexico.
Fine sleeping weather. I’d hop right back in the sack if I didn’t have two cups of strong black coffee in me. I’d just lie there with my eyes out on stalks, buzzing like an electric blanket with a short in it. Better maybe to chase the java with a steaming bowl of oatmeal and a tall mug of Irish tea with honey.
Herself has fishtailed off to work and I hope she hasn’t had to use her Honda’s air bags as flotation devices. I did insist that she take a second pair of shoes in case she had to hopscotch through a few puddles on her way into the Sanctum Sanctorum.
If I can squeeze in a short run in my mud shoes I’ll do it. But at the moment the only Miles I’m logging is of the Davis variety. As in “Kind of Blue.”
Rain started at 0430 and continued to 1000. Hard rain at times with total at our house so far of 0.9 inches. Took a friend to the hospital complex at 0630 for cataract surgery. Raining hard then, enough to make the drive a little spooky. Picked him up at 0830, and got soaked just running from parking place to building.
I don’t like driving in evil weather. The knuckleheads around here don’t drive worth a damn under sunny skies.
Hell, it’d been so long since I had to drive in the rain I forgot how to work the intermittent windshield wipers. Happily, it came back to me. So don’t reserve me a cot in The Home just yet, thanks all the same.
A little guitar update is in order. I’m down to 4 guitars, all acoustic. Three Taylors and a Rainsong. It’s starting to feel like that’s all I need and want. Just one amplifier, a Henriksen Bud Six with a Henriksen extension speaker cabinet. And, just one microphone, a Shure SM-86.
Thinning the herd, are we? I still have my two Canadians (Seagull and Art & Lutherie), but I’m not playing much. Spending too much time on the bikes.
Now, talk about a herd that needs thinning. …
Ah, don’t go there mi amigo. Except maybe that Bianchi? Even though it’s one if the few with modern brakes!
But, you know that GS Mini is still singing that siren’s song.
Those old Protogs worked great today up here in Fanta Se Land. Got in a good ride and there was actually more water in the Santa Fe River Arroyo than I recall seeing in a good long time.
No ride for Your Humble Narrator today. Pissed down rain all day long and there’s no end in sight.
I maybe could’ve gotten out for a short run but it would’ve been real squishy, and I had a tree guy popping round plus groceries to fetch for a restorative pot of posole.
Wow. Shit’s getting real down in the Hatch Valley.
We got another quarter-inch overnight. That makes 1.24 inches in 48 hours and 4.26 inches for the month. That’s what we meteorology buffs call “a very lot.”