Category Archives: Mrs. Charm

Why we can’t win wars anymore

Mr. B. goes for an interview this morning with some city bureaucrat for a lifeguarding job at a public pool this summer. While I deal with the fence guy (who allegedly will be coming around 8 a.m. after failing again to show yesterday) Mrs. C. must go along with No. 1 son.

Can’t just drop him off, then come back for him. A parent “must be with him at all times,” sayeth the city. If the city can’t trust their own office personnel not to abuse a 15-year-old boy, how can they trust him to lifeguard by himself? Or is a parent expected to sit in the vicinity during his pool shift? Apparently not. Apparently they do trust the supervisor of lifeguards. Can’t imagine why.

What a chicken-shit society we live in. No wonder we can’t win wars anymore.

New storms adding insult to injury

Raining hard at the Rancho [Thursday night] and the radar at 2:30 a.m. suggests much more to come, if the Balcones Escarpment doesn’t break up the big yellow patch moving east as it sometimes does.

I’ve got the watch, as Mr. B. has school and Mrs. C. has work in the morning. The sandbags and towels are in place and I have a cup of sugar-free apple cider to keep me alert.

The situation already went pear-shaped out on Lake Travis not long ago, where the water has risen 25 feet in the past week as of tonight. This El Nino is a bitch.

UPDATE:  The escarpment broke up most of the storms and by mid-morning Friday the sun was out for the first time in a while. More rain expected on Saturday, however, as El Nino continues strong.

MORE:  By Sunday, the 31st, hardly any more rain had fallen and we were forecast to get a clear week ahead of us for the first time in 27 days.

Texas flood

We got our near-repeat of the 1981 Memorial Day flood. Haven’t seen any pictures of 1981’s many swept-away cars and pickups here (except the few in the pix at the top of this link), but North Lamar Boulevard looked like a river in one television shot. The usual culprit, Shoal Creek, was out of its banks at its southern end. It flooded the high school football field at House Park which became a pond for fire department Zodiacs.

The little resort town of Wimberley, southwest of Austin, got the worst of the flooding by far: 72 homes swept away by rising Cypress Creek and the Blanco River. Twelve Thirteen Nine Eight people, including small children, are still missing.

Rancho Roly Poly got off lucky, very lucky. The rancho, essentially, is at the bottom of a steep hill of houses and streets above us. So the rains of the past two weeks saturating the ground meant yesterday’s repeat of Saturday’s downpour, quickly turned into a downhill river of runoff. Mr. B. and I became the towel brigade, sopping up and pushing back water trying to invade the house.

Until I could get a diverting row of sand bags down in front of the glass doors to the family room. Our good French drain took most of the water around the south end of the rancho and into the street out front.

Mrs. Charm was away working the flood story at the daily, but gave good advice by phone. No rain on the radar this morning. Forecast calls for another storm this afternoon but then a possible end to the rains until the weekend.

UPDATE:  If you want to help, my preferred charity is the Salvation Army. They don’t push religion and they have no high-paid administrators to consume your money. They just help by dispatching mobile feeding canteens to area shelters. You can donate online at http://www.salvationarmyaustin.org

MORE: WIMBERLEY, Texas (KXAN) — Search crews recovered the body Wednesday of a boy along the Blanco River in rural Hays County. The boy’s body was found near Water Park Road, but authorities have not yet identified the child.

Social Justice Bullies

I was joking around with Mrs. Charm the other day about the self-righteous intolerance of so-called Social Justice Warriors when Mr. B. spoke up to say that the intolerant SJWs are well known to his high school freshmen class.

It’s never too early, apparently, to learn of the vile patriarchy (privileged white males like me and Mr. B.) vs the oppressed (all women and everyone else).

These proto-authoritarian leftist Democrats are misnamed, surely. Social Justice Bullies would be more appropriate. They will not debate or argue. Agree with them or be denounced a racist: “To disagree with the millennial social justice orthodoxy is to make a pariah of oneself willingly. Adherence to the narrative is the single litmus test for collegiate (and beyond) social acceptance these days.”

Collegiate and much earlier, it would seem, even unto the depths of high school.

Crohn’s Disease

Mrs. Charm, who went back to work full time this month for the first time since last September, still is happily in remission from her lymphoma cancer. But a colonoscopy to discover the meaning of a shadow on her CT and PET scans found that she has Crohn’s Disease.

Since she has no symptoms, her gastroenterologist told her this week, one of her options is to do nothing about it. Change nothing. Take nothing. There is no cure and some of the available treatments could cause her lymphoma to return.

Two friends who have known people with Crohn’s vary widely in their understanding of it: one has struggled with it all her life, the other has hardly noticed it except during periodic “flare-ups.” It seems to be a very individual thing.

So far, in Mrs. C.’s case, it’s also a silent one. And, other than seeking a second opinion in the next few weeks, she is leaning toward doing nothing about it—no dietary changes, no nothing—until she has to.

Frozen slurpee Waves

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Mrs. Charm and I were complaining today about how cold this winter has been in Central Texas and how it seems to be continuing with more forecast this week. It could be worse, as this photo off Massachusetts shows:

“The waves captured by photographer Jonathan Nimerfroh are so thick with ice that they’ve drawn comparisons to ‘Slurpees’ and other frozen beverages, but the texture and shape of the wave also suggest a giant, grey tongue, licking the shores of Nantucket.

“Here’s what the photographer had to say about his images: ‘When I pulled up to the beach I could see the horizon just look strange. When I got to the top off the dunes I saw that beginning about 300 yards away from the shoreline the ocean was starting to freeze.

“‘The high temp that day was around 19 degrees. The wind was howling from the southwest which would typically make rough or choppy conditions not so good for surfing, but since the surface of the sea was frozen slush the wind did not change the shape. What resulted was perfect, dreamy, slush waves. Most waves were around 2 feet with some larger sets slushing through around 3 foot or waist high. What an experience to be absolutely freezing on the beach watching these roll in while I mind-surfed them! I wonder if a shaper can make me a special designed slurfboard?

“‘The next day I drove up to see if they melted but beginning that same 300 yards away from shore the water had frozen solid and there were no waves at all. I’ve been asking all the fishermen and surfers I know if they have ever seen such a thing and they have all reported that this is a first, a result of it being the coldest winter we’ve had in 81 years. I guess the people I asked weren’t old enough to remember a colder winter than this!”

Still worried about your carbon footprint and the government’s illusory global warming?

Via WeatherBell’s Joe D’Aleo.

Mrs Charm is in remission

It’s official. Mrs. C’s oncologist says her latest PET scan shows “no evidence” of the lymphoma cancer she was diagnosed with back in September. So chemo is over and she’s in remission.

The only (literally) dark spot is a reappearance of the “ghost” that first appeared back in December on a CT scan. Although now, with the finer resolution of the PET, the doc says it is not a mass as previously feared but apparently an inflammation of some sort. Mrs. C. is scheduled for a colonoscopy next week to try to be more precise.

For now there’s joy in Mudville. Mrs. C. got to ring the bell at Texas Oncology’s infusion center. It’s the signal for a cancer patient who has successfully completed chemotherapy. There were smiles all around. And plans for her to go back to work in a few weeks, probably for half days at first.