The last week of September started out as such a beautiful week. Monday started clear and remained clear as the off the shelf windows were installed. Tuesday was equally as fantastic. Wednesday was Simpsons blue sky and white puffy clouds. Add the with little wind and less than hot temperatures and it was weather worth dreaming about. Writing about. Living about. Then the rains came as predicted on Thursday. More than predicted, actually. When you look outside to this, all…
You can’t even tell last Monday there was standing water after Boxes in Fields attempted to be washed off the face of the map. Hurricane Harvey winds was last year. Flooding 17+ inches of rain in two days was last week. Can’t even tell. Look how dry the sand is. Good ‘ol Texas heat. With things drying out the Work Box had windows installed. Unlike the windows in the Kid’s Box, these are new construction windows. The local hardware box…
By Monday afternoon after the weekend’s rain, water was receding. Again. This time in its wake, it left a mess. Sticky mud. Water rushing across the flat and peoples yards washed mud into the roadways and low spots. Mud here is not mud of most places. It more sand and clay with salt and marine debris mixed together. But for some reason, it is super sticky. Sticky like bog mud. It is fun. It sticks to shoes and dries like…
If you follow this blog, then you know there is already a post with this title. Water, Water Everywhere the first time (almost two years to the date of this post) dealt with our lack of drinkable water. This post will deal with our lack of catchable water. Wednesday morning dawned wet and sticky. After a night of thunderstorms, the day cleared out to a fantastic blue sky clear of haze and summer dust. No, the above two pictures are…
Let it be said when referring to Cyberdyne this is in reference to the Terminator movies, not the real life Japanese based company. Cyberdyne as in the idea of machines/computers taking over the world. If it suits you better, then refer to the title as the Matrix. That is probably a better title, anyways. We think only what the computer wants us to think. Hmmm…. Food for thought… See this is how it starts. You take an innocent picture on…
It’s Labor Day, let’s get laboring. After taking a few days off from ALL work, I woke up this morning and decided today was the day to get back at it. There is a list of work to do that grows longer every day. Remove one, add two. However, not wanting to overdo the holiday and the weekend, I settled on installing the Work Box man door. It is an easy job and not having to open, close, and lock…
It all started so innocently three years ago. The in-laws took the Kid to their house for a week to participate in a summer sailing program. My father in law sailed off and on again since before he could walk and thought the Kid would like to sail. Heck, we live on the bay and getting a small sailboat is cheap. Yes, the boat is cheap. It’s the rest that adds up. If it weren’t for family and friends all…
In the last post, I promised you an update on Boxes in Fields. Unfortunately, there has not been much going on as all the time is devoted to the Work Box and it entails. There have been so many trips to the Big City #1 and #2 over the last six months I can’t even keep count. Miles and miles of Texas… Or how about this one: the sun has risen, the sun has set, and we ain’t left Texas…
Stress. What an amazing experience. The last post about the Work Box left you with the framework that needed sandblasting and painting. That was at the end of January and today it is the end of April. How did it happen three full complete months have passed with little to show for it? Stress. That is how. It is not as there was not plenty of work accomplished and completed in those three months. It is just that there are…
There is nothing more spring than colors. And this spring is becoming more springy than last year and Spring Has Sprung was nothing shabby. I am not even going to attempt to name these fantastic beauties. That would require a degree in plantology. Yes, plantology. A botanist I am not. Nor a Master Naturalist which I would love to become if I had 500 hours of time to devote to class and field study. Okay, not 500 hours but more…