Boy, we’ve had a lot of it the past few days. Even got some city-wide flash flooding of streets and streams. Nice, though, after almost two months of hundred degree days and no rain.
We finally broke the weeks of 100-degree days, and today we got a thunderboomer and steady rain. Cracks of thunder, like artillery outgoing, startling! The rain keeps on coming. KXAN’s radar app shows we’re getting lots of solid green and an occasional red. This is how Texas droughts end. Sweet.
Yesterday we had a young window washer from Gwyndows come do the outside and (mostly) inside of the mini-rancho’s windows for a reasonable price. He missed a few spots on some windows, but for the most part, he did a splendid job and we are grateful.
Today, this afternoon, Bugmaster is coming to do the whole place, mostly the baseboards, because we’ve seen a few, little spiders and millipedes. And we don’t like ’em. We figure the scorpions are staying out because they’re desert creatures and it’s in the triple digits. But come the fall and temperatures dropping, they will come inside to get warm, or maybe have a warm place to hibernate. Plus they love spiders. So we need to deny them a food supply by getting rid of bugs! So they’ll go somewhere else.
With AC’s running full tilt this August in Central Texas, there’s the vinegar vs bleach debate for keeping AC condensation drainage lines open. The HVAC guys who installed our Lennox said to use a cup of bleach every month. Guys in Neely’s Canyon say on our email forum they prefer vinegar. Bleach is said to wear down PVC tubing faster.
I already used bleach for this month. So, preferring not to add acid to a base (and get a very mini but potentially unpleasant Beirut effect), I’ll wait until bleach time next month to switch to vinegar.
Barbara Ellen got word this morning that her corporation is extending work-from-home until January. White collar information workers can do that. Blue collar skills not so much.
It poured off and on for an hour or two, drenching some places around town with 1-3 inches, but not adding any water to our cabinet problem, making me wonder if maybe the neighbor’s craftsmen didn’t cause it, after all, by screwing up somehow.
Had visiting Mr. Boy get down and check out all the cabinet interiors for water but found none. His 20-year-old bod perfectly suited for such contortions which mine, at 76, can no longer venture without bone and muscle punishment.
Bar this morning spotted Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal shepherding three baby cardinals through the branches of nearby trees and briefly onto the tiles of the back porch. Checkers the cat, from the back of the sofa, was wishing they’d all go to hell, Bar surmised.