10th
October
2018
Heavy weather
There’s a meal we haven’t had in a long time: pulled pork sandwiches. Much better than I remembered.
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Heavy weather
12th
September
2018
Watching an approaching storm, physically and politically
Four years ago, I ordered a nifty little gadget from a web site. I don’t use it often, but when I do, it does what I want. Specifically, clone one hard drive to another. Granted, not as practical as a screw driver, but if you’ve ever tried to stream “the bits” from one storage unit to another… Cloning a new SSD drive for the netbook took about an hour, but I now have a light, more rapid laptop for any eventual travel.
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5th
September
2018
A model map
Either the needle was very thin, or my dog has thick skin. He took us along for moral support, this afternoon, while receiving booster shots from the veterinarian. Not a whimper! We were in and out in a matter of minutes, and he’s now off to explore the nearest beach.
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18th
August
2018
Wet feet
Call it a change in routine: sometime after morning coffee, the rainfall began. Here we are, about ten hours along and so far we’ve received 54 mm. About double the amount from the last month! Not going to start an ark project, but wanted to make sure I paid attention to the “end of a long, hot summer”. They’ve postponed the Gold Cup race, and a number of streets in the city require your Wellingtons.
11th
August
2018
Trivia doesn’t work in large crowds
Over the last few years, my nod to social activity has included irregular rounds of trivial pursuit. I’ve figured out that some team sizes are optimal. Others (like tonight) lead to hours of confusion and repetition. We were close to a dozen, seated around a banquet hall table among other oversize collections of players. Elsewhere, the largest attendance ever. The volume level turned everything into a challenge match; trying to communicate an idea without shouting was the challenge. Yes, you can be of great assistance to others, even inadvertently.
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9th
August
2018
Wetter than before
Keeping with the idea that the most important news stories are local, it rained today. Not a lot (19mm) but it came with fury, shock and awe. This evening, there will be no reason to run the sprinkler, and although an all-time record was set, this morning, we can go back to believing in clement climate. For those who need to know, we managed to surpass the number of consecutive days with a humidex of 30C or higher. Happy?
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8th
August
2018
On the cusp of a record stretch
Oh look, another ration of daylight coming to an end. I have that “indoor lighting” equipment that equalizes the force field. Best get ready to throw the switches and settle down for the dark time.
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31st
July
2018
Tracking the traces
With the end of another month just hours away (and not a cloud of consequence in the sky), I’m going to extract some climate data. For here. No trend implied, just fun to know that it has been as warm and dry as observed by people here in the house.
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20th
July
2018
Involuntary blood donations
For a number of reasons, I’ve gone through life without donating blood. I wish that the local mosquitoes would get the memo. Putting away the grill with its cover is an open invitation to feed the multitude. Unfair advantage to their team. When the wind is up, no big deal. However, that lull at the supper hour is more than enough for me to learn new dance steps.
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4th
June
2018
Frozen solid
Home cooking explained in one phrase: “Why does fried fish taste so good and smell so bad?”
Life is filled with such mysteries. Why does the dog need to check the front yard at three in the morning? Why don’t I have the same sense of responsibility? And what about the birds? They’re here early and they stay late. Speaking of the birds, I was gobsmacked at the photo of a local hummingbird feeder, frozen solid. This morning. Did I open the calendar to the wrong sheet?
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