Nailed us in Oklahoma City, ice everywhere with a little snow and temps in the 20s. Farther west, where we were planning to go, the worse it got. Worst of all at our destination: Higgins in the Texas panhandle, and OCS buddy Russ Wheat’s grave, where the snow was more than a little and the temps in the teens.
So we stayed in the hotel, where three nights and two days in bed was quite fun. And Amtrak was enjoyable, as usual. Had a roomette where the conductors brought our meals. Got back to find that ice on the local lines caused a power outage which killed the furnace. So was a mite chilly until we got it going again. We’ll try again in April.
Looks like bad weather Sunday and Monday for our trip to Higgins and Russ’s grave. Cold with possible sleet. We’ll have to drive slowly enroute from Oklahoma City. But getting to OKC should be comfortable by Amtrak.
Hurricane Hannah, alas, went onto the Gulf coast too far south to bring us much rain, though we could certainly use some. Just not the flooding stuff on the coast.
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.
Several downpours overnight has us worrying if the water will get into the kitchen cabinets again. Apparently not. Left the doors open to air them out. Then Checkers the cat got into the biggest one, all the way in the back, and sat there looking self-satisfied until I said it was okay and then he left. No wet paw prints evident.
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.