Category: SA Times

It’s 24 degrees and snowing.  It just started and the flakes are very small.  The forecast is for 2-4 inches.  We could sure use the moisture.  The ground is getting drier and drier, but it’s too blasted cold to do much watering.  We had a thin covering of snow on the ground Tuesday morning but it was gone before the day was over.  Yesterday was cold, too, but we still managed to get out in the afternoon and take care of business.  Joyce serviced the livestock, including the dogs.  The neighbors went to Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine for the weekend.  I spread the load of granite we got Friday and decapitated the two bushes in front of our house.  They had gotten overgrown and needed to be put in their place.  We really weren’t uncomfortable.  The sun came out briefly and the thermometer shot up to 37.  Then it clouded up again and the temp was below freezing again.  There wasn’t much breeze, though, so while we were working we were warm enough.  In spite of the cold weather we’ve had this month, when I walk to the office  in the morning I hear the cardinals dueling from the treetops.  They must think spring is coming and they need to stake out their territory.

 

Last week I forgot to mention the faculty recital at WT we attended with the Brokenbeks the previous Friday evening.  The profs doing the playing were Emmanuel Lopez on the cello and Choong-Ha Nam on the piano.  They were quite good and since it was free admission and we were home before bedtime, it was a pleasant way to spend an evening.  This past Wednesday evening, Abigail and I went down to watch the WT chicks basketball game.  They whipped up on Abilene Christian pretty good.  As we left the parking lot, we got a view of the moon rising over the prairie.  It was full and looked huge just clearing the horizon.  We usually don’t see the full moon until it is at least 15 degrees or so above the horizon.  It was about 7:45 and had been dark for over an hour.  I couldn’t understand how the moon so low in the east could reflect a sun that had gone well below the western horizon.  The angles just didn’t look like they would work.

 

It is snowing more seriously now.  I may have to crawl back in bed.

A cold north wind blew all day yesterday (see poem below) but Chris and I still got the cypress damaged by high winds a couple of weeks ago cleaned up.  It had a secondary trunk and that split off to reveal significant decay.  The tree hadn’t shown any outward signs of it but it was obvious why the wind was able to take it down.  Sometimes I feel like I’m presiding over the slow demise of SA from what Arthur and Montye had built up.

 

ICS held their annual meeting last week so I made my yearly trip to Connecticut.  The weather was pleasant by New England in January standards while I was there.  Most of us ICSers are getting long of tooth.  They joke that they might have to hire a staff nurse.  We keep plugging along, though.  We spent quite a bit of time learning how organizations use social media to market their wares.  Needless to say, the genre doesn’t have much appeal for most of us so we’ll have to force ourselves to embrace it.

 

Rain was forecast for Thursday night and we did get a sprinkle, but that was all.  I have to keep reminding myself that droughts are just part of this area.  I suppose people in areas prone to flooding have to remind themselves that floods are to be expected.  I would rather have a drought than a flood.  I was reading in Panhandle Pilgrimage how investors from the east and England started ranches in the Texas Panhandle in the 1880s and were thwarted by the weather, including droughts.  Long term, homo saps won’t be able to inhabit this area like many others to the extent they do and in the style they do because there won’t be enough water.  Maybe some new techniques and technology will come along to help them thrive on much less water.

Joyce finally did the right thing and took Po Kitty to the vet to have her neutered.  Po Kitty is what we call the stray calico I’ve mentioned before.  When she first started showing up I lobbied for taking her to the pound.  We’re never going to get down to one cat if we keep accumulating them.  Then as she started growing on us I suggested the SPCA.  Joyce made excuses: The cat was only around in the evening and she didn’t want it to have to stay in a cat carrier overnight, things along that line.  One morning I saw the calico around the house when I walked to work and resolved to catch her, which I did, and she was waiting for Joyce in a carrier in the garage when she got home from her morning walk.  Law, you’d think I’d sold one of the granddaughters to the gypsies!  I turned the cat loose and worried about it producing a litter of kittens and how I’d enjoy living in Needles, California.  As I said, Joyce finally took Po (it was given a name by this time) to the vet where, after examination, it was determined she had already been neutered.  I’m greatly relieved.  At least all five cats aren’t in the house or the shop and their population increase is limited.

 

We had a guinea rodeo Friday evening.  Chris wasn’t around to help Joyce corral the guineas that wouldn’t go in guinea tower so I got the call.  Fortunately it was a pleasant evening because we spent about an hour chasing one guinea.  They are hard to catch, particularly in the dark.  It didn’t help that all five cats showed up to watch and it’s hard to tell the difference between a cat and a guinea in the dark until you get up close.  After losing the guinea in the dark, I sometimes took after what turned out to be a cat.  No doubt they all thought it was great fun.  We finally caught the fugitive and stuck it in guinea tower.  Joyce told me yesterday that she found a little white guinea egg in GT the next morning and speculated that the one we chased around for an hour Friday evening was the culprit.  She thinks the reason it was so hard to get in GT was because it was wanting to nest somewhere.  They aren’t supposed to lay eggs in the dead of winter, but this bunch we’ve got don’t seem to follow the guinea rules we’ve read in books .

 

We must be living right because we had a beautiful calm, sunshiny day yesterday.  Wednesday last week a cold front blew in and the temperature dipped down into the teens a couple of nights.  Friday was a pleasant day, also.  We’re very fortunate to get the bad weather out of the way during the week and have nice weather on the weekend.  We need it to work around the place.  I expended most of my energy moving a bunch of dirt from the dry creek bed excavation in the front.  I’d thought I would use it as part of the landscape, then decided I didn’t like the way it looked, so I loaded it up and piled it on a number of the tree stumps around the place in the hopes that it will speed their rotting away.  Joyce got some help from Abigail and Chris in beginning the process of cleaning up the garden.  It will be planting time before you know it.

Joyce had a bucket of chicken litter she’d cleaned out of the chicken house in the chicken yard and yesterday I loaded it in my tractor trailer to spread around some trees.  I set it outside the chicken yard gate so I could close the gate and a mouse jumped out of it.  It went running first one way then another but eventually it ran back in the chicken yard, which was a mistake.  A chicken saw it and apprehended it just before it escaped under the chicken house.  It wasn’t long before all of the chickens were fighting over it.  Needless to say the game of snatch the mouse was sort of hard on the mouse.  I didn’t stay to see which chicken finally won the prize.

 

We had several pretty nice days this past week and yesterday was one of them.  We had gotten another load of granite and I spread that around, then moved one the of the dirt mounds I’d built a few weeks ago and decided I didn’t like back to the mounds in the pasture.  There is more than a little trial and error to the landscaping I’m doing in the front.

 

I think it was last Sunday evening Joyce and were walking back from the neighbors where we’d had our traditional blackeyed peas, rice and spinach New Year’s Day dinner when we heard an owl hooting.  I think it was in the big cypress west of our house.  We caught a glimpse of it flying away but couldn’t tell much about it.  We continued to hear it hoot through the evening so it didn’t fly far.

 

The weeds are enjoying the moisture we’ve had recently.  I’m trying to take advantage of calm, sunny days to apply Roundup to them.  It’s too cool for a broadleaf weed killer but I think Roundup can kill them though it takes a long time.  Several weeks ago I experimented on some weeds with Roundup when it was 32 degrees.  I think they are beginning to show the effects.  The weeds grow very slowly so it takes a long time for the effects of Roundup to show up in cold weather.  Though they grow slowly this time of year, they grow constantly and once the weather begins to warm in early spring they can really take off.  Hopefully I can curtail them before then.

 

Yesterday after unloading the granite from the pickup to the trailer in my driveway, I moved the pickup down to the shop but didn’t put it in the shop.  When I started hauling the unwanted mound from the front yard to the pasture mounds I passed the pickup and saw the taillights flashing.  Someone had turned on the emergency flasher.  I turned it off but didn’t notice that the headlights were on.  Later in the afternoon when I started to put the pickup in the shop, it wouldn’t start.  Fortunately there was time to put a charger on it before it got dark.  I never saw who was messing with the pickup but I have my suspicions.

 

We have sunshine and calm air this morning, a contrast from yesterday’s winds, first from the west southwest, then from the north.  Joyce and I walked home into a high headwind from our Falkland Islands New Year’s Eve celebration yesterday evening with the neighbors.  The Zbindens served cheese fondue and we enjoyed the evening with them.

 

Friday we drove home from Garland where we had been since Christmas afternoon.  We had a pleasant visit with the Wylies.  I also spent a night with Kathryn and John and Thursday we drove to Fort Worth to spend some time with Joyce’s uncle and cousin.  Uncle Gerald is 99 and they are planning a celebration next October when he turns 100.  There was a little too much wind when I was visiting the Thorntons to entice us out for golf.  We mostly hung out and waited till it was time to go eat.  We did go see War Horse, which was pretty good.

 

Monday we celebrated Sophia’s birthday, number 3.  She got new toys to go with the toys she got for Christmas.  The three little Wylie girls are developing nicely.  They are challenging in the way that all children that young are, but they really do very well.  I was particularly impressed with Vivian.  She has a good sense of humer.  Maybe I don’t expect that much from a 15-month old.