Thursday, June 22, 2017

This is not a drill

I had an appointment with my knee doc today after lunch. Taking the backroads gets me there faster, but I go through no man's land when it comes to cell coverage. My phone read NO SERVICE most of the way. When I reached the crest of one of the hollows, my phone began screeching. This can't be good, I thought to myself.

When I got to a wide spot in the road, I pulled over to see the message. The National Weather Service had just issued a Tornado Warning. This is not a drill campers – duck and run for cover.

I wasn't sure if the alert was directed at my home zip code or where I was currently idling beside the road.

I had a strong enough signal to call Jilda. I knew she was taking a short nap before heading to her job but this was important. She grabbed the phone and in an instant was in the TV room watching the weather.  She said the storm is headed for you. CRAP. I had no place to seek shelter where I sat so I jammed the truck in gear and scrambled toward the doctor's office where I knew they had a safe room. Less than five minutes later, I parked and was heading inside. The county tornado sirens began to wail before I got inside the building.

At the front desk, all the nurses and admins were glued to the TV set in the lobby. The tornado was on the ground but it was a few miles east and south of us. They showed me where the safe room was and we all watched the electronic progress of the storm on a wide-screen TV.

As often happens, this storm lifted. A few minutes later, the warning moved to other parts of the county. All I saw were angry clouds and torrential rain.

Nothing like a little excitement to test the blood pressure medicine.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Rainy day

It's been an old rainy day. The outer bands from Tropical Storm Cindy swept north from the southeast drenching everything in its path. It could rain for days.

Jilda and I were both off today. We took her to the dentist early this morning for a temp tooth. I'll let her tell about that here.

Neither of us has slept well for the last several days so tonight we plan to get an early start.  If you live in the path of Cindy, keep an umbrella handy.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

If I were an ocean

If I were an ocean, I'd be at low tide. Some people say that Bio Rhythms are a bunch of new-age hooey. I'm not a scientist, but I do know this – I seem to go through cycles. Most of the time I feel "on top of the world" but at other times I feel lower than snail poo.

I had a bucket full at work today and it seemed like I spent most of the day spinning my wheels. I figure it's only a matter of time before I get traction and get back on the "high" way.

How about you? Do you go through this stuff or was swimming too close to the nuclear barge back when I was in Panama a bad idea?

I didn't take a photo today, but I looked back in my photographs and found one that I took on this day back in 2013. It has nothing to do with this post but that's how it goes sometimes.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Yoga Sunset

Normally I post my column on Monday nights, but it was too much like the one I posted after returning from Cleveland so I decided to post the picture I shot on the way home from Yoga class tonight.

The sun had already dipped below the horizon, but the cloud portrait it painted was stunning.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Father's Day

It's been a low-key Father's Day here. Jilda's dad and my dad died years ago. The day has
changed for us when they were gone. It's sadder now. Both of us looked at Facebook a good bit today. I wanted to tell the ones who still had living fathers to appreciate them while they are here. They will be gone too soon.

This evening we went to our great nephew's birthday party. He celebrated his seventh birthday. His mom and dad were wise. They rented a  snow cone machine for the front porch and water slide for the front yard. The kids were in heaven.

It wore me out just watching them rip and romp up and down that bouncing slide.

The temps were in the 90s with humidity that was actually more dense than the water sprinkling down the slide. I wish I'd taken my swimsuit with me.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Bush league

Several years ago we planted a lantana bush in the small flower bed beside the back deck. It's a beautiful bush and hummingbirds adore it, but it was never pleased to be there. Each time it tried to spread its wings, we had to trim it back because it cast shadows on the other flower vying for sunlight.

Jilda's sister Pat has a lantana bush as well, and it's in a perfect location. It gets sun-o-plenty and subsequently has grown to roughly the size of Rhode Island.  I snapped the picture below the last time we were there.

When Jilda got home, I saw her heading for the shed. "What's up?" I asked. I'm relocating the bush. She's one of the least competitive people I know except when it comes to her flowers. She gets all foldy-army when she's horticulturally bested by one of her siblings. That doesn't happen too often, but when it does, she's ready to take action.

We found a place at the back of the fence that is perfect for the bush. It gets plenty of sunlight and has room to grow. We cut it back before transplanting it, and I fretted for a while that it might not make it. However this week the blooms began appearing. I'm hoping that by summer's end, it will be as glorious as her sister Pats. If not, I may have to move it again next spring.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Dumpster Diving

Hello. My name is Rick and I'm a dumpster-diver. HEY RICK! That was easier to admit in front of my blog buddies than I thought. But it's true. Having storage space in the old house and barn is a good thing. Whenever I find myself running by a dumpster to toss in REAL garbage, I always have a look to see if there's anything interesting that someone has tossed.

A few weeks ago, I drove up to the dumpster at the college to toss in some old boxes and stuff left over from a shipment of books. As always, just before I tossed the stuff in from the back of my truck, I had a look inside the dumpster. This one is not for household garbage so it wasn't stinkyfied (is that a word?)

Inside the dumpster was an old rusted stool. It looked old. Seeing that old stool sent me down memory lane. There was a stool just like this one at Harry Shaw's Drug Store in Dora when I was a kid. In the late 1950s, I spent hours sipping chocolate malts on a stool at the soda fountain at Harry's. My legs dangled off of that one. My new treasure was a little shorter, but the resemblance is striking. I leaned over inside the dumpster and snagged a leg from the stool and when I sat it down on the pavement. The stool was solid. The vinyl cover over the seat had faded and cracked. It was once bright yellow at one time, but now it was the color of butter.

When I brought it home I wasn't sure how I'd use it. The instant Jilda saw it she smiled and said this is a perfect stand for one of the ferns on the screen porch.

When I sat it down out there and placed the fern on it, the stool looked as if it had always been there.

What about you. Do you ever go dumpster diving?


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