They started last summer, after the city council had defunded the police to the tune of about 150 million. Since then we’ve seen almost daily shootings and stabbings. Pretty generally in the usual places of trouble: East and North Austin. Thankfully not near where we are, at Neely’s Canyon in Northwest Hills. Not yet.
UPDATE: Austin cops leaving the force.
Joining the dishwasher and the kitchen sink faucets. And no word from the plumber. Time to find another one if we can. Start with Lowes, where I bought the washer. And the dishwasher, as it happens.
UPDATE: Washer repair coming today! Dishwasher and kitchen sink water pressure repair possibly this week.
MORE: Washer fixed but still waiting on water pressure repair two weeks later. One company told us they have 500 orders for service with just six plumbers.
Outfit said Saturday they’d get back to schedule me on Monday or Tuesday. Didn’t hear from them on Monday and, as of noon, no word on Tuesday either. Meanwhile we have no water pressure in the kitchen, including the dishwasher.
UPDATE: Contacted them on Wednesday. Learned longtime association counts for nothing. We’ve been prioritized behind people with no water or burst pipes. Next week possible they said.
It’s already coated the ground and is piling up rapidly. I’m sure the children who are still up are excited.
UPDATE: Looks to be about six inches on the rocks and trees but only a couple in the parking lot.
Tis 23 degrees at Neely’s Canyon in Austin with more ice and snow on the way. Forecast says 10 by tomorrow morning. 7 by Tuesday morning. And, naturally, I’m out of cigarettes. A good time to quit? Or to make a slow and careful “run” to the nearby drugstore.
UPDATE: Chickened out. Too cold out there. I’m going to make one pack last four days.
MORE: It didn’t. But there’s enough snow in the parking lot to keep me inside. Plus the nearest stores are closed. I’m just imagining it’s a series of 12-hour flights to Israel and savoring how good it will taste when I finally get one.
For 12 hours overnight from yesterday afternoon. Back on this morning. Ice accumulation on the power lines, apparently, or nearby trees falling on them. Indeed, all night we heard trees falling in the canyon from ice accumulation. Waiting for full daylight to see the carnage.
Our thanks to the resident here at the canyon who, around midnight last night, amid the usual bottle rockets and roman candles, played Auld Lang Syne on a trumpet. He (or she?) also plays taps on Memorial Day. Sweet notes drifting through the trees. A healthy year to all!