weofodthignen: selfportrait with Rune the cat (Default)
( Jan. 19th, 2017 12:22 pm)
It rained overnight, and the power flickered alarmingly at one point. It did it again at the house in mid-morning. We also had a solid, thundering downpour. Then the sun came out.
Our poor old magnolia tree is slowly coming into flower. I even noticed spring bulbs coming up in front of one house. Meanwhile, screaming warnings of high winds and flood threats from the weather forecasters.
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( Jan. 17th, 2017 11:57 pm)
The sun surprised me by eventually coming out, but it remained cold, and the grass didn't dry enough for me to mow it. The dog is getting increasingly blind - last night he bumped into and almost knocked over the kitchen trash can, and this afternoon he half flooded the kitchen knocking over his waterbowl.
It happened again - delivery of merchandise coincided with an uptick in the number of customers. I was half run off my feet but almost got it all finished.
34 degrees when I got home. At least it wasn't below freezing.
DVDs have started disappearing and reappearing again. I think a staffer is borrowing them without benefit of paperwork. I suppose it's better than watching on-shift, but it makes it hard to keep the racks organized and gap-free.
The old black lab at a nearby house has had hip surgery at least once, and is getting very elderly, although they continue to strew the yard with stuffed toys for her: most recently a warthog. She's apparently been having a rough go of it recently: two days in a row I've seen one of her people holding her up with a cloth sling while she does her business. In the rain, with an umbrella. I hope the dog feels better soon; she's very well behaved. And I'm sorry for her people.
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( Jan. 10th, 2017 08:50 pm)
The local news is full of alarmism about atmospheric rivers, floods and near-floods (tree limbs and other debris having to be removed from under a bridge to avert flooding an East Palo Alto neighborhood), trees falling en masse (a Highway Patrol spokesperson blithely advising people not to park near a tree, which by city code rules out parking almost anywhere on the street in San Jose, for example), fatalities and miraculous rescues ... ski centers closing because of wintry weather, although granted that's in Nevada where they are all crazy ... the Murky News was so eager to impress me with the seriousness of the situation, it locked up Firefox, please remind me to stick to the Chron.

Today I took the bus to Palo Alto to copy an interlibrary loan book (I'm not going to buy it, it's an awful book: Arnold's hatchet job on Thor); a 22 eventually came crawling along in the rain, and crawled very slowly to California Avenue, while I noted the continuing transformation of El Camino in that direction into what I guess the planners meant by a boulevard: a series of huge hotels, overly large and new stores replacing the old stores (in some cases the same chain, relocated to another spot), swankier restaurants replacing the restaurants, and of course medical offices and just plain offices, all very sophisticated and suave. And one misplaced close of townhouses, across from the Glass Slipper motel with its endearing fairytale facade, which somehow hangs on. Just west of Castro Street, among some few remaining old and decrepit business establishments, I spied an actual house, slightly set back from the sidewalk, with the front yard gaily decorated with Xmas lights. It was still there on the way back (I peered through the gloom of a very early evening worsened by the tinted windows on the express bus, which was crawling just like the 22, and made it out through the torrents of rain), but it may be a Brigadoon - El Camino is like that.
weofodthignen: selfportrait with Rune the cat (Default)
( Jan. 9th, 2017 10:02 am)
The rain died away and I actually had my most profitable night of the week, although it blew a typhoon most of the day and walking home from the bus this morning I stepped over countless bits blown off trees. The catfood had, however, been consumed, as it had yesterday.
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( Jan. 8th, 2017 01:37 pm)
More rain and wind. The kid was spectacularly late; luckily it was less cold and the wind was briefly low enough for me to balance an umbrella and read at the bus stop.
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( Jan. 7th, 2017 09:39 pm)
High wind and rain last night. The store door started blowing open, and at the end of my shift I waited 20 minutes for a bus with a small group of others, peering into the blustery gloom.
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( Jan. 6th, 2017 11:22 am)
It was 28 degrees by our outdoor thermometer when I got home this morning. Everything was covered in ice crystals. The fallen tree has been chopped up to fit on the lawn, and was coated in ice. Birds peeped plaintively.
weofodthignen: selfportrait with Rune the cat (Default)
( Jan. 6th, 2017 05:03 am)
Rain and high wind did in a nice pine tree at a house on my way back from the bus stop; I found it lying across the lawn and the sidewalk. It had been growing lots of new silvery-green needles, poor thing. It didn't get watered all summer because the house was sold and they spent all summer gutting it and let the garden go. But I don't know whether that was a factor.
It was so rainy and gloomy, the dog didn't get a walk. So he apparently attacked the kitchen trash after I'd gone to work that night, and thoroughly decorated the floor with the contents.
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( Jan. 3rd, 2017 05:35 pm)
It was gloomy and raining steadily by mid-afternoon. Feeding the compost monster was unpleasant. I did ask for this rain.
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( Jan. 2nd, 2017 11:57 pm)
I crawled out of bed sometime after 5:00 as dark was closing in and put away the tree, Yule cards, and the Yule garland around the neck of the teddy-bear on the porch. Then I went back to bed. The street was wet, and it rained again during my shift. This morning was dank and chilly, but there are buds on the little birch tree.
weofodthignen: selfportrait holding bra and alien love doll (work)
( Jan. 1st, 2017 09:19 am)
I celebrated the new year with an hour of overtime; the newest co-worker failed to show up. Luckily "Ginevra" made it in in time for me to just catch the next bus—they only run one an hour on Sundays and holidays, and this is both. Happy New Year to all.
weofodthignen: Mjöllnir with a fiery background (red hammer)
( Jan. 1st, 2017 09:17 am)
On another cloudy morning, with a dandelion clock in the lawn behind me, I blóted Loki, Sigyn, Hel, Narfi, Nari/Vali Lokasónr, Hǫðr, and the forgotten gods and goddesses with another little bottle of rosé, and then wassailed my trees.
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( Dec. 31st, 2016 08:21 am)
I got all the new lingerie labeled up and fitted onto the racks. It's another cold morning, and now sunny; when I was waiting for the bus, the eastern sky was a great mountain range of dark cloud, with the real hills dimly visible in front of it. And the whitefish on the porch had been eaten.