Category Archives: Rancho Roly Poly

Crickets

I thought I was fed up with all the damn mosquitoes this wettest of recent Texas years has spawned. Then I began to think the physiological chirping crickets of my tinnitus were tuning up for barbershop harmonies. Until my old bud at KVUE, Shelton Green, wrote this piece on the latest "benefit" of all the rain: the real crickets are back, several months early. Just what we needed. What a weird year.

Handy dads

I thought this column about dads being less handy around the house these days was just a good way for the writer to fill his weekly allotment of space while looking pleasingly self-deprecating to his readers. Until I read the comments. Amazes me that some men would decline to install a light fixture or a ceiling fan, though I can understand one guy’s remark that interior painting is best left to the pros. I have done it, but the result was not so pleasing. I’ve also paid to have the privacy fence lengthened. But it’s also a good idea for Mr. Boy to see me doing chores like unclogging a sink or toilet, or installing the aforementioned light or ceiling fan. If nothing else, he’s learned a few new cuss words. But he also gets to see that tackling this stuff is not demeaning, but actually a good skill to have. Although when faced with the weekly lawnmowing in the summer’s heat–I just finished half of it, and am putting off the rest for a few hours–it’s awfully tempting to pay to have someone else do it. I’m looking forward to the day when he’s old enough to put him to it, as my father did me long ago.

MD-80 phobia

I’m no fan of air travel, despite growing up as an Air Force brat watching the blinking lights on the wingtip of a C-54 Skymaster, going somewhere or the other at night. In fact, I have a phobia about MD-80s, the spindle-shaped jets with the narrow wings, a T-tail, and engines attached to the rear of the fuselage. Whenever I see one passing over the rancho, I remember the one that crashed in the Pacific not so long ago. So when I saw one heading west this afternoon, I Googled the crash: Alaska Airlines, Flight 261, Jan. 31, 2000, it was. The horizontal stabilizer on the T-tail became stuck and the plane was uncontrollable. It finally flipped upside down at about 24,000 feet and dove into the ocean off Los Angeles at 700 mph. All 88 aboard died, of course. Turned out to be a little maintenance problem: a lack of sufficient lubication. Nothing like that has happened since. But I’m convinced. You won’t catch me on an MD-80.

Turk’s Cap

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This favorite of the Texas native ornamental shrubs can be found all over Austin. Buy a house and it comes free with your yard. Or you could spend every spring finding the fuzzy leaves and pulling them up. But then you’d miss the funny, red flowers some 19th century settler apparently thought looked like a fez. Hummingbirds and butterflies love them.

TRSA

That’s weather-speak for thunderstorms, with rain, which is what we’re expecting today through Thursday. Heavy at times. A recent one was a gusher, but without thunder, and it stopped after a few minutes. Lots more on the radar, little green blobs everywhere, with a few yellow and red ones mixed in, all flowing northwest. The weather service in New Braunfels says tonight through noon tomorrow the blobs will coalesce and the rain could be heavy. By then the jetstream will have settled in east of here, to interact with the damn low pressure trough that seems to have been here forever. At least we missed our June layer of Saharan dust. Some years it’s ash from the Chiapan farmers of southern Mexico burning their fields before the planting. But the dust from the African desert is more regular, June to August. Washed out of the air so far.

A child’s choices

Mr. Boy recently confided to me his life goal. It’s always satisfying when your 7-year-old trusts you enough to reveal his tender plans. He’s going to be a rock star. He’s not sure which instrument to play, but is leaning towards the guitar. His second choice is to be a spy. The kind that brings criminals to justice, he said. At his age, it seems very simple. All you have to do is choose.

Turn around, don’t drown

With big storms moving in from the north, and some places out near the lakes picking up 3 inches or more, according to the LCRA’s automated guages, it seems timely to repeat the weather service slogan for low-water crossers, and to pass along this great site’s complete approach to Texas floods. For the rare reader who might benefit. I realize this isn’t radio, but it’s tempting to treat it that way sometimes. It’s not hard to get excited. We live in the most flash-flood prone part of North America.