But I have two problems. One is the deluge of spam coming from China and Turkey. The Turks destroyed this site with a massive attack at one time, due to my outspoken criticism of their government for denying the Armenian holocaust. The Chinese attacked me incessantly because I refuse to sell the domain name. Continue reading »
Liz captured a phenomenal photo last night just before sunset. Normally our Sonoran Desert sky is bereft of clouds – but Monsoon season ushers in tremendous formations. Sunrises are glorious, and sunsets formidable.
We had an extremely dry season this year, drier than normal, so the recent deluges and chaotic weather patterns during this Monsoon season, while not entirely welcome inasfar as they are quite destructive, are a necessary part of the cycle of life and death in the desert.
I have to run the lawnmower – an old style push-reel mower – every few days over what serves as grass in our yard. The temperatures have dropped from the 115° + area to the 80’s. But it is an unpleasant drop, as the humidity is close to an ungodly 50%. So much for the “it’s a dry heat” adage…
The thunderstorms are something to behold – lighting shows that would kick the ass of any lazer-light show at a rock and roll arena.
I have been melancholy of late – not good but it still beats the pants off of depression. There is a light atthe end of the tunnel, and while with every brightneing at the curve has been offset by a dimming with another curve, at least that ray of hope has not been obliterated entirely as it has so many times in the past. Exiting New Jersey was the best move I ever made in my life. Maine was never my problem; it was corrupt lawyers and untouchable judges operating just outside the law that have served to disillusion me.
But, enough of that nonsense…
The landscape here is breathtaking. I have a job that I enjoy (most of the time) providing personal challenges as well as a consistent paycheck. Weekly entertainment is provided by the local auction – good, cheap, clean (mostly) fun!
Left to my own devices, I would probably not see a sunrise. I am not a morning person. However, working all night and driving home in the morning allows me the privilege of some awesome sunrises. This particular sunrise was Friday morning, after a week of work.
The week was uneventful, other than some vigorous nights at work where every muscle ached when I finally got home. Advil no longer works for the joint pain in my shoulders, it only serves to upset my stomach; so I guess it is “grin, and bear it”.
Liz and I have been attending the local auction every Saturday night. Tonight’s deals were ten pounds of drywall screws for $6 and a nice chaise lounge for $8. Also, five milk crates for $7, and a five gallon water cooler for $8.
After the auction, as is ritual, we stopped at Captain’s for a few beers. They were having a fundraiser for a regular that has colon cancer and no health insurance. It is now midnight, and I am still on my night schedule. I am enjoying a cigar and a cold beer on the patio as I am still wide awake.
Jill’s barn has history, and she has been faring very well with her classes for children and adults. Her adult classes involve glasses of wine along with art lessons, so I was not surprised when she took the next step in marketing. The Barn now has its own branded website, hopefully not confusing potential new artists with an URL that is different than the name of the studio; this move left the cucci-smith.com open for an extreme makeover. Continue reading »
It is the Fourth of July, a day in commemoration of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Independence, which began as a protest of a 2% tax on tea, the last straw in a string of grievances of British taxes and usurpations without due representation. Oh, what irony if our forefathers could see what we pretend to call liberty today.
Today we plan a barbeque, under a weather alert of possible thunderstorms (a rarity in the desert, but when they hit they are vicious). We will attend the local fireworks display. The humidity hit an unbearable 35%. When 16% is a normal high, 35% feels like you are swimming. The Haboob (dust storm) that blew through the valley last night dropped the temperatures by 15°. The 6MPH breeze is refreshing, and we can see the mountains once again.
Liz and I went to Superstition Skies yesterday for a few beers, and so I could pick up a hat I ordered. It is a camo cap with their logo. Jeff, the bartender, had an app on his phone that showed realtime tracking of the Monsoons heading up from the south. We have had zero precipitation this year, and are waiting for rain. Generally of the front comes up from Casa Grande, we get rain. No such luck because a twin system coming up from Tucson merged and forced the storm to the other side of the mountains.
There was a wonderful rainbow over the Superstions, made all the more beautiful due to the dust blowing through. The Haboob shortly obliterated the mountains. The dust storms are ominous when viewed from the sky, a little less scary on the ground, but still dangerous. Visibility is greatly reduced, and the dust gets in your eyes and coats everything. Automobile windshields get etched, and forget about dust free furniture. The dust is so fine that no matter how well your house is sealed, everything gets coated.
The up-side of Haboob is the winds blow out the heat, and the breezes afterward are refreshing, even in 96° temperatures.
The clouds that had been accumulating over the Superstitions are slowly dissipating; it looks like we will have to wait another day for rain. However, it will make for a nice evening for a fireworks display.