When I got up this morning, the National Weather Service said that there was a 50 percent chance of thunderstorms today. After eating breakfast and sitting down at the computer with my morning coffee, the days normal routine was underway.
First , is the daily check of the website to make sure everything is running well. Sometimes, people leave messages on my site's email. That comes next. Normally, things go pretty much to Hoyle and the morning checks of systems, emails, sales data, licensing date and such usually takes me through my first cup of coffee. When I get up to get the second cup, before sitting back down, I usually will check on my flowers and give the sky a glance as to the sun, clouds and wind. Even though I can get that stuff on the NWS site, it's still that old Farmer's mentality that, "when clouds are high and thin, a weather system is moving in" type of check My grandfather taught me a pile of them as a kid. You don't get that old folk lore on the NWS page.
Second, I did a couple of projects, wrote a few emails and finished up about lunch time. Once again, I got up to look out the window and half the sky to my right was clouds and the second half of the sky to my left was clear. Strange, I though. I stood watching the clouds move for a minute to see if they were coming this way or going elsewhere. Things were not in a rush to move and I gave it another fifteen minutes before checking again. When I did, it had cleared and the sun was just like I like, so it's time to get the street cloths on and leave the comfort cloths behind. In short, after eating lunch, I'm out the door by high noon.
Finally, as I headed toward the lake, I had not gone a mile before the rain drops starting hitting the windshield and they grew larger and larger until they were the size of big snowflakes. The slow speed on the intermittent wipers had to go to a steady downpour. By the time I got to the lake, it was raining cats and dogs. I stopped under the Mockingbird bridge overpass hoping that it would let up soon. There were four guys with drones seeking shelter to keep their drones from getting wet. One was a standard big guy-type drone that can carry a DSLR type camera on its gimbal while the other was a about the size of a saucer with a built-in camera smaller than a Go-Pro.
Before we knew it, we were being pushed from the area between the creek and roadway to the area on the other side of the roadway that is even more protected. The wind was blowing sheets of rain almost horizontally like I had witnessed in Hurricane David. The rain would let up for a bit and just when you thought that it was going to stop, it brought harder downpours. The guy with the big drone had stowed all his gear and had headed out. The three guys with the start up company were building straw and stick boats and were having races down the cement channel that flows from the top of Scout Hill down and under the Mockingbird bridge toward the ramp to the the westbound Mockingbird entry. They were talking about putting them on YouTube but I haven't checked the channels yet.
Getting some break in the heavy downpouts, I decided to make my route around the lake. By the time I got around to where the Katy Trail meets the White Rock Trail, the water had flooded the road. It is a stream that flows directly into a channel that empties into the lake at that point.
I could not see that I was looking at on the edge of the road. I stopped and looked more closely to discover a big beaver that had been flooded out of his den and was seeking refuge up on the roadway. The pictures were made through my windshield with some frosting on the inside where the cold air and hot air were giving that "bathroom shower" effect to the inside of the car.
By the time that I made my way home, it was nearly three o'clock and once inside, it was time to start dinner. I usually start cooking about 3:30 and sit down to eat about 4:45. When I eat earlier, I don't have as many problems with my meds The days of the 8:00 p,m. meals are long a thing of the past.
First , is the daily check of the website to make sure everything is running well. Sometimes, people leave messages on my site's email. That comes next. Normally, things go pretty much to Hoyle and the morning checks of systems, emails, sales data, licensing date and such usually takes me through my first cup of coffee. When I get up to get the second cup, before sitting back down, I usually will check on my flowers and give the sky a glance as to the sun, clouds and wind. Even though I can get that stuff on the NWS site, it's still that old Farmer's mentality that, "when clouds are high and thin, a weather system is moving in" type of check My grandfather taught me a pile of them as a kid. You don't get that old folk lore on the NWS page.
Second, I did a couple of projects, wrote a few emails and finished up about lunch time. Once again, I got up to look out the window and half the sky to my right was clouds and the second half of the sky to my left was clear. Strange, I though. I stood watching the clouds move for a minute to see if they were coming this way or going elsewhere. Things were not in a rush to move and I gave it another fifteen minutes before checking again. When I did, it had cleared and the sun was just like I like, so it's time to get the street cloths on and leave the comfort cloths behind. In short, after eating lunch, I'm out the door by high noon.
Finally, as I headed toward the lake, I had not gone a mile before the rain drops starting hitting the windshield and they grew larger and larger until they were the size of big snowflakes. The slow speed on the intermittent wipers had to go to a steady downpour. By the time I got to the lake, it was raining cats and dogs. I stopped under the Mockingbird bridge overpass hoping that it would let up soon. There were four guys with drones seeking shelter to keep their drones from getting wet. One was a standard big guy-type drone that can carry a DSLR type camera on its gimbal while the other was a about the size of a saucer with a built-in camera smaller than a Go-Pro.
Before we knew it, we were being pushed from the area between the creek and roadway to the area on the other side of the roadway that is even more protected. The wind was blowing sheets of rain almost horizontally like I had witnessed in Hurricane David. The rain would let up for a bit and just when you thought that it was going to stop, it brought harder downpours. The guy with the big drone had stowed all his gear and had headed out. The three guys with the start up company were building straw and stick boats and were having races down the cement channel that flows from the top of Scout Hill down and under the Mockingbird bridge toward the ramp to the the westbound Mockingbird entry. They were talking about putting them on YouTube but I haven't checked the channels yet.
Getting some break in the heavy downpouts, I decided to make my route around the lake. By the time I got around to where the Katy Trail meets the White Rock Trail, the water had flooded the road. It is a stream that flows directly into a channel that empties into the lake at that point.
I could not see that I was looking at on the edge of the road. I stopped and looked more closely to discover a big beaver that had been flooded out of his den and was seeking refuge up on the roadway. The pictures were made through my windshield with some frosting on the inside where the cold air and hot air were giving that "bathroom shower" effect to the inside of the car.
By the time that I made my way home, it was nearly three o'clock and once inside, it was time to start dinner. I usually start cooking about 3:30 and sit down to eat about 4:45. When I eat earlier, I don't have as many problems with my meds The days of the 8:00 p,m. meals are long a thing of the past.
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| Big Beaver |
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| He didn't like me stopping. |
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| A red star in green grass from yesterday |
