Category: 2020

As I write (Dec. 12), we are facing prospects of snow during the night and into tomorrow. It is our policy to accept moisture in any form as we cannot afford to be picky. Our moisture total so far this year is less than 15 inches. Our average on SA over the last 12 years is over 20 inches, which isn’t a whole lot, thus we can ill-afford a >25% shortfall. It would be nice if we didn’t get the kind of wet snow we got in late October which took half of November to clean up after. Up until yesterday (Friday) the weather this week was outstanding. I got in four days of working around the place and Wildcat Bluff. They were the sort of days one likes to be outside.

Last weekend, Joyce and I rode with Kari and Rebecca to Grapevine where Rebecca played in a tennis tournament. Jill and the girls drove over to have dinner with us and took Joyce back with them. They returned her in good condition Sunday morning and we drove home. Rebecca and her opponents are now at the level where their matches are entertaining. The weather was good and it was a good way to spend a Saturday.

The big news is Wylie world is relocating to a new home in Sachse. The house is bigger and more modern than their current digs. Each of the girls will have their own room which they are really excited about. They’ve been sharing the one bedroom in their old house since from get go. By the time I post this they will have moved in and Joyce and I will be there to add to the confusion. It should be an interesting Christmas and New Years.

A week later…

More snow this week. It is really piling up, or would if it snowed more and didn’t melt between snows. Why, at this rate in a few thousand years we might be covered by an ice sheet 10,000 feet like the one that covered much of North America back when ol’ Heck was a pup. There wasn’t much that got done around the place this week due to the weather. I didn’t even get out to the Bluff. As always we’ll take the moisture when we can get it. When strolling around the grounds one day when the sun was out I scared up a red tail hawk from the junipers on the east. That is, I think it was a red tail. I only got a glimpse of it before it disappeared back into the tree line. It isn’t unusual to see a raptor of some sort around now and then. I wonder what they eat. Apparently not cat. Our supply hasn’t been diminished. Maybe they prey on doves or other birds. There is the occasional pile of feathers, although the cats are responsible for some of that.

Well, that’s that. Christmas and New Years have come and gone. We arrived in Garland Christmas afternoon and used a phone to find the new address. The Wylies had only moved in a couple of days before so things were in disarray but the new digs are almost twice as big as the old house so it feels roomy in spite of the moving clutter. The girls each have there own bedroom now but had little time to enjoy them before they were forced back into one room to accommodate Gramma and Grampa. Jill said if we didn’t help her move we wouldn’t eat so we helped with some of the small items. Movers handled the furniture. The weather was nice before turning wet and cold. Then our problem was overeating. I worked in a visit to John and Kathryn and found them behaving themselves. We have enjoyed the idleness but we soon will be back on SA keeping busy with what needs to be done.

Four loads: That’s how many trips we made to the brush site this week to dispose of downed tree limbs from last month’s snowstorm. It took us about two hours to build a load and another hour to drive to the brush site, unload and drive home. We try to trim the branches so we can get as many as possible on our little pickup so it isn’t a matter of just throwing the branches on. Some of them were big enough where we couldn’t have done that. Those had to be trimmed with the pole saw into smaller and more manageable pieces. The weather was as pleasant all week long as it was unpleasant the previous week so it was nice to be working outdoors. Joyce was a big help and Friday we were feeling so good about what we had accomplished we treated ourselves to caramel frappes. We’ll hit it again next week. There are maybe 2-4 loads left to haul off.

Seems like the hummingbirds that quarreled over the feeders all summer decamped about the first of the last week of September. We have only seen a couple at the feeders since then and those were probably just passing through. We will keep the feeders out another week or two in case any travelers need refreshment.

It’s National Prostate Month in the good ol’ USA. If you have a prostate you are allowed, no, legally bound, to celebrate in the manner of your choosing.

August is starting slow. The place is still green, sort of, and Abigail has it all mowed nicely. There were a couple sprinkles of less than a tenth of an inch, which dries out quickly when it is hot and windy as it has been lately. Abigail will only be available to help with grounds keeping for a couple more weeks then I will have to mow myself. Of just let it go. If it doesn’t rain there won’t be any need to mow but we will have to start watering which is just about as time-consuming. Maybe we ought to be grateful for the dog days of summer when congress is on vacation and thus less likely to get into mischief. Mark Twain was right, I think, when he said no one’s life, liberty or pursuit of happiness is safe when congress is in session.