Category Archives: Rancho Roly Poly

Vanishing lake

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Anderson Mill marina at Lake Travis where the water is forty feet lower than it should be due to a long drought. That’s the lowest the lake-reservoir has been since 1964. The marina is half its normal size because half the boats and their docks have been moved into deeper water closer to the main basin. All that brown land and white rock on the left and brown vegetation and white rock in the foreground normally is underwater. Meanwhile, the drought gets more savage by the week, despite the El Nino that’s supposed to bring us beaucoup rain this winter. Hasn’t yet, although an inch or so is predicted with the passage of a cold front tonight. 

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!

So we stood on the quay with Sam and Merry and Pippen and watched Frodo and Bilbo sail away with Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel, at the end of The Return of the King. For Mr. Boy’s second time. And when I reached the last sentence and the trilogy we’ve been using for bedtime stories for most of the year was over, he said he wanted to start all over again with The Hobbit. Much as I love Tolkien’s melodic prose, particularly his descriptions of the landscape in the turn of the seasons, I think I may lobby for the Harry Potter series. Or, maybe not. I think I’ve finally got the names down to where I can pronounce them as J. R. R. intended. And it’s undeniable that Mr. B. gets a certain far-away dreamy look listening to these adventures that he didn’t even with Narnia and Treasure Island.

Don’t try this at home

Hobbling around the Rancho today with a stiff right leg, from where it was crunched yesterday between the rear bumper of my Jeep and the big brush-popper bumper on a Suburban. By all rights, the leg ought to be broken, just above the knee. Instead, it’s just bruised good and sore.

I was parked about six feet in front of the Suburban, on a slight incline across the street from Mr. Boy’s elementary school, before the kids were let out for the day. I got out and walked behind the Jeep and set off for the school. I heard a shout behind me, and turned to see the Jeep rolling backwards on an angle. It was moving slowly, so I instantly decided I could stop it and got behind it and started pushing. Can’t be done. Three thousand pounds of car can’t be stopped, except by Superman. Maybe that’s who I thought I was.

Meanwhile, the Dad who shouted got the Jeep’s door open and pulled up the parking brake. Just as the Jeep’s rear bumper slowly, inexorably, pushed my right leg against the Suburban’s bumper. Hurt like hell. I yelled. Moms there for pickup came running. Do you need 911? No, seemed okay, I could walk. Still can, it’s  just sore. Next time, I’ve firmly decided, I will just watch the crash.

Freeze prep

Well, the freeze covers are on the four outdoor faucets, and I’ll snip off all the antique roses in bloom before dark, because the temp is forecast to drop below freezing after dark and eventually down to 24 degrees with winds gusting to 25 mph. A hard freeze of about eight hours altogether. Then lighter freezes are expected tomorrow night through Sunday night and that will probably be the end of the freezes for a while. Unusual to have four in a row this early in the winter in Central Texas. But people farther north have it worse, with snow and ice, as well. Including a rare blizzard in Oklahoma, making travel nearly impossible.

Now the leaves are falling fast…

Leaf blowers and vacuums are big business and for years I resisted their allure. Sort of like weed eaters, which I thought were also a phony. All they do is cut the tops off weeds, which then grow back a few days later and you’re back out in the yard with the "weed eater" cutting the tops off all the weeds all over again. Leaf blowers and vacs, I figured, might save your back from raking and bending to lift leaves into a barrel, but at the cost of damaging your eardrums with their high-pitched whine. I forgot to factor in the vibrations which leave your arms tingling for an hour afterwards, the inevitable cloggings of small sticks among the leaves that must be cleared, and the way the cord wraps around your ankles as you move along if you use an electric one. I know them now because I have one of the things–thanks to a newspaper ad that Mr. Boy and I separately chanced upon. Mr. B., like other  kids, just likes to buy things. The leaf blower and vac appealed to his innate consumer. Having developed minor back problems, the item finally appealed to me. Just like I have a weed eater now, as well. The weed eater actually works best for trimming grass around the rock perimeter of flower beds, instead of getting on your knees to snip it off by hand. The leaf blower and vac I am less sure about. But one thing I know. It has, somehow, inspired Mr. B. to yard work. Whereas trying to interest him in raking leaves when he was four was a no-go, he now, at age six, actually suggests that we go rake leaves. He doesn’t like the loud noise of the working leaf blower and vac, but he nevertheless finds some enjoyment in watching the piles of leaves disappear into the black-plastic maw of the thing. It’s a benefit the manufacturers might consider for their advertising. Interest your child in yard work: Buy a leaf blower and vac.

Leaks and creaks

Never a dull moment at the Rancho. Awaiting a plumber to come today to fix a leak in one of the hot water heater’s connectors in its cubbyhole in the garage, luckily discovered last night before the lake around it grew too large. Then need to get a pool guy to come Monday to figure out why the creaky electrical system for the pump is out. On the more ordinary level, leaves need raking and vaccuuming, and the rock wall in the backyard needs powerwashing to get the mold off–although I wonder about the use of that with an El Nino winter looming, whose heavy rain is likely to produce more mold on the wall.

Happy Thanksgiving

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The native Lantana on the front walk at Rancho Roly Poly, where I am reliably informed that the Great Horned Owl has returned to the backyard at night, with his distinctive who-who-ha-who-who.