Going into the final week of our usual winter, i.e. January, it’s time to pronounce this a mild one. Not a hard freeze yet. Let alone a week in the 30s. Which is sort of too bad, since it means more bugs this year.
Cedar fever still elevated. But nice amount of rain, so we get the trade-off. Wildflowers should be good in the spring, starting in about four weeks.
Ice on Ruby this morning, wipers frozen to the windshield, but Bar made it alright to work. Only a few icy patches in the highway before she got there.
Forecast snow didn’t materialize in our portion of Neely’s Canyon. Consumes about eighteen acres and all densely treed so hard to tell about elsewhere. Twenty-nine degrees at Camp Mabry at 8 a.m., probably cooler in the canyon.
Spotted him, a red one, in the hall, moving slowly if at all. Smashed him with my shoe and deposited the remains over the porch rail into the wet pre-dawn darkness.
Rabbi Google says the cold weather makes them sluggish. Time for a re-treat from Bugmaster or another pest company. More spray, that’s the ticket. The best one available.
UPDATE: It’s been almost
three two weeks since Bugmaster sprayed for scorpions, doing the light fixtures for any coming in from the crawl space. I’m going with ABC Pest Control for a change, if for no other reason, since Bugmaster didn’t rid us of them.
MORE: Nah. Sticking with Bugmaster because they’re re-treating for free and keeping at it.
Got a brief thunderstorm late yesterday afternoon with more expected today. First rain in several months. Wonderful watching it pour off a neighboring roof, proof of the old saying that gutters are useless in Texas.
Hope it doesn’t match another old Texas saying that droughts are broken by floods.
UPDATE: Twelve days later we’re still waiting for rain, with “extreme fire hazard” signs all about.
Been keeping an eye on weather radar since we’re under a flood watch until Saturday afternoon. Got the place dry enough, until I smelled mildew and discovered a cardboard box in the closet that was soaked.
Got the box out to the front porch. Full of old CDs as well as water. I left it on the porch. I hope someone steals it. Meanwhile used towels to clean up the water and put a fan on the spot to further dry it out. Going to buy some Lysol spray for the walls.
Any more tips, your Excellency? Two walls in the closet are concrete but the back wall may be sheet-rock. Not sure. Suppose I should say the death toll so far stands at one. A fellow who was swept from downtown into the river/lake and found floating, drowned. Long way from the rancho happily.
Used to say we don’t get no floods up here in the hills. Forgot about the towel brigade because it hadn’t happened in a few years, ground saturated above us here in the valley. Thought to myself, when it was pouring outside tonight, should get out of bed and check. Didn’t. Getting old.
Until an hour or so after the rain stopped. Stepped into water in the family room, the lowest part of the house. Not quite ankle-deep but has soaked the big rug good. Have been using a wet-vac but it’s slow going. Probably better to let it evaporate under the fans and with the door open.
Until the rain starts up again about noon. Towel brigade and flood vaccing then. Going to call a rug cleaner that picks up and delivers about 8 a.m. to get ahead of the rush maybe. Will update.
UPDATE: Got the rug out for drying and cleaning. Then fought off another flood about 1 pm , until I started losing. Then the storm quit us. Whew.
As of Monday, anyhow, his most recent post from his home in Brazoria:
“Just stopped in to feed Bosco, check up on stuff, and grab a couple of things. Brazos water is still maybe a block away, toward the river. Which river, by the by, is about five miles wide now. Fortunately for us, it’s five miles wide to the other side. We are (so far) on the high side.”
Five miles wide. Oops. Still a block away, but the sewage plant is underwater.
“Gotta go. No toilets in Brazoria. Sewage treatment plant is underwater, so no drainage is requested. I’m not going to violate that request, though I a[m] relatively positive I’m about the only household that cares if I make shit come up in other folks showers and tubs.”
Thoughtful of you. Good luck. Water’s got to go down sometime. May it be soon.
UPDATE: He came home on the 6th to find all okay: “This is the second year we’ve had Brazos flooding come fairly close to our house. Think God is giving me a hint? I’m looking for some higher ground.”