Little lax and late in getting the latest water fallings posted. I snapped this picture of our backyard precipitometer yesterday morning of the most recent rainfall that fell mostly Monday night into Tuesday morning. Once again, a very workmanlike total — a 32nd below 1.25 inches. Better than the previous two systems, but gone this …
No sooner had I untarped the tortoise hutch and hammock yesterday when clouds started rolling in from the northeast and roiling about and by the time the sun had set sprinkles were upon us again and I was out retarping. All that redundancy for what amounts to an overnight rainfall amount I’m going to peg …
The weatherfolk were talking about last night’s/this morning’s system serving up a second helping today, but I’m calling this storm done, one that dropped a half-inch of rain into our backyard precipitometer. Mayhaps the current bluster and blue skies will give way to more gray later, but I’m not going to sit around waiting for …
I’m not usually so tardy with my timelapsings, but then rarely do I attempt to capture anything more than a couple hours. This one — November 17th’s 7th-annual Great Los Angeles Walk, organized by Franklin Avenue Blog’s Michael Schneider — ran a weeee bit longer. Starting at about 9:30 a.m. and traversing a 17-mile route …
Last Saturday was the training day scheduled for the freshly minted volunteers of the inaugural class of Glendale’s Trail Safety Patrol program. I was among 17 others who sat in the Glendale Police Department’s Community Room for eight hours to learn about procedures, first aid, protocols, and such. A reporter from the Glendale News-Press, Brittany …
Bit of a somber day, what with the passing and burial of our frog Hop. Funny how such things can sdrain the color from a day. But I finally snapped out of my funk to bring some color to our standard icicle’d eaves and reindeer in the form of some strings of never-before-used lights, three …
“Baby?” Susan said softly this morning with a serious undertone that indicated something had happened. “Yep?” There was a pause. “Hop’s dead.” She’d found him last night before going to bed. “Oh,” I sighed. “I’m sorry about that.” Hop became part of our family a couple years ago or so when we adopted him from …