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Phoning it in
Jan. 22nd, 2010 11:07 amI almost posted an LJ voice-post last night, because when I got home, the power was out, curtailing my evening entertainment options. So I found some candles, and cooked dinner mostly by candle-light until I remembered that flashlights and headlamps would work, too. Just as I was about to sit down and eat, the power came back on.
A quick jaunt over to pick up our weekly vegetable share was pretty interesting. I'm still grateful to be riding my grandfather's bicycle, because it is nice and solid, weighing in right around 50 pounds. So whenever the wind picked up, I could just hunker down and crawl slowly forward. On my way back from picking up the vegetables, I passed by a huge downed tree. It was the neighbor of another tree that went down in a freak microburst storm last fall. The previous tree fell across the road, and would have destroyed anything underneath it. The present tree fell away from the road, and it looked like the overall damage was as minimal as one could hope for. Trees don't get nearly as big and tall here as they do in the Pacific Northwest, but they are still capable of producing a lot of damage.
Ceramics was canceled, so I'm probably going to go in on Saturday instead.
The chickens did fine through the whole crazy weather business. I was a little worried that the coop was too rickety to withstand the stormy onslaught, but I think we positioned it in a good corner of the yard, so it's fairly well-protected from heavy winds. The chickens weren't thrilled about the weather, but they hunkered down nonetheless, and actually stayed pretty dry. After some time, it occurred to me that if they were really miserable, they probably would have tried to crowd into their nest boxes. They didn't.
The radio was full of interrupted broadcasts and flash flood advisories, and for a little while, there were tornado warnings as well. Quite dramatic for these here parts. The warnings made me grateful to be living in the middle of Tempe in an area that's not prone to flooding. The Salt River upstream reservoirs have filled up over the past week, so this morning at 5 am the City shut down Tempe Town Lake. I hope the closure is relatively brief - I would like to get back to rowing.
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scrottie decided he needed to get out of his house, so eventually he appeared at my doorstep, bedraggled and soggy, but pleased to have arrived.
A quick jaunt over to pick up our weekly vegetable share was pretty interesting. I'm still grateful to be riding my grandfather's bicycle, because it is nice and solid, weighing in right around 50 pounds. So whenever the wind picked up, I could just hunker down and crawl slowly forward. On my way back from picking up the vegetables, I passed by a huge downed tree. It was the neighbor of another tree that went down in a freak microburst storm last fall. The previous tree fell across the road, and would have destroyed anything underneath it. The present tree fell away from the road, and it looked like the overall damage was as minimal as one could hope for. Trees don't get nearly as big and tall here as they do in the Pacific Northwest, but they are still capable of producing a lot of damage.
Ceramics was canceled, so I'm probably going to go in on Saturday instead.
The chickens did fine through the whole crazy weather business. I was a little worried that the coop was too rickety to withstand the stormy onslaught, but I think we positioned it in a good corner of the yard, so it's fairly well-protected from heavy winds. The chickens weren't thrilled about the weather, but they hunkered down nonetheless, and actually stayed pretty dry. After some time, it occurred to me that if they were really miserable, they probably would have tried to crowd into their nest boxes. They didn't.
The radio was full of interrupted broadcasts and flash flood advisories, and for a little while, there were tornado warnings as well. Quite dramatic for these here parts. The warnings made me grateful to be living in the middle of Tempe in an area that's not prone to flooding. The Salt River upstream reservoirs have filled up over the past week, so this morning at 5 am the City shut down Tempe Town Lake. I hope the closure is relatively brief - I would like to get back to rowing.
Later in the evening,
scrottie decided he needed to get out of his house, so eventually he appeared at my doorstep, bedraggled and soggy, but pleased to have arrived.
