You might recall past blog posts of mine regarding driveway blockers and how I deal with them. Most get a page-long letter scolding them for their inconsideration. Some get cited, and the occasional superfail gets his or her car’s ass towed to the nearest impound yard. Well, thanks to the internet, I have found a …
(click it for the heavily stylized bigger picture) I made the mistake of believing the worst of the storm had past this afternoon, and set out to take care of a truck errand on my lunch hour. Since the work on my Nissan was going to take about that amount of time I went for …
I know that many areas across Southern California have long reached the saturation point and there are a lot of bad things at risk of happening if the sky spills so much as another drop. Even so, I was expecting to wake up this morning to enough of a torrent for my collection cup to …
I only marked the porch-based precipitation quantification device to five inches and as you can see below, the amount collected since Friday morning has well surpassed that delineation upwards into the six-inch level. With the heaviest rain expected later today and tomorrow, I think we’ll see the beaker fully filled before these storms are through.
After setting my reading specs down on the table beside my chair in the livingroom last night, I chanced to glance how I’d serendipitously placed them upon the current copy of Smithsonian magazine and it gave me a chuckle as I grabbed for my cam to capture it (click it for the bigger picture):
It’s not the easiest read, but as of a few minutes prior to posting this, the precipitation station I set up in front of the porch webcam has collected a representative sample of slightly more than three inches of rainfall since it was put in place Friday morning at roughly 9:45 a.m. Even less visible …
The mailman rang the doorbell yesterday holding an air mail package that he said needed a signature, so he handed it and a pen to me through the screen door and since I hadn’t been expecting anything I looked it over unsure what it was and where it had come from. For Susan, perhaps? No. …