It’s been raining non-stop since yesterday evening. Every time I’ve gone outside I’ve had to wear my poncho to keep dry. This is the poncho with the neck hole just slightly too small, and a rain hood hole even smaller. When I put it on I feel like a midwife should be standing by to grab my head. It fits the rest of me OK, except it’s a poncho so my arms stick out too far. Anyway, Chili didn’t recognize me the first time I wore it and barked at me like I was the boogeyman.
The creek is coming back up and all kinds of stuff is floating by. I saw a wheel with tire go floating down stream a couple of days ago. Today I was feeding the dogs and when I looked out the window and a whole tree was floating downstream. I dug out my camera and got it hitting the sycamore tree just downstream:
That’s the biggest thing I’ve seen go by yet. Notice all the logs that got caught on the sycamore tree when the creek was up over the weekend? Every time the creek rises it changes the view.
Here’s the view from the deck while I was warming up the grill to cook some potatoes and cheese burgers for supper:
The view is great, even with the rain and fog. The burgers and the potatoes were delicious:
- two small potatoes
- olive oil
- garlic salt
Wash the potatoes and slice them about a ¼ of an inch thick. You can peel them if you like, but I like the skins on.
Dry the potato slices off and use a brush or a paper towel to brush each side of the potato slices with the olive oil. Then sprinkle on garlic salt, salt, and pepper to taste.
Place the slices on the grill about five minutes before you put on your burgers or hot dogs. They’ll take longer to cook and need a little head start. Turn the potato slices about every five minutes until your meat is done. Get your meat off first and then take the potato slices off the grill and enjoy.
Hope it quits raining tomorrow but the weather man says I got a 50/50 chance. Better than nothing.
I’m practicing a little flood control of my own down here at the creek. I can’t keep the water from coming up, but I can work around it. The water’s been high enough to run down the slough four times so far this year. When that happens I can’t get down to the creek bank without going way around:
To get over the water in the slough I rigged up some ropes that let me walk down to the bank on an old fallen walnut tree. It’s pretty easy to do with the ropes to hang onto. I figure my grandkids will have fun with this setup when they get down here in April:
Even the dogs use the walnut tree. Of course they don’t need the ropes. I bet this kind of scenario makes the squirrels in the neighborhood a little worried, but my dogs can only climb on trees that are mostly horizontal:
I got a good picture of them climbing out on a downed tree last fall. This is just at the edge of the property, looking to the east over the cornfield. I can’t get them to pose like this very often, and certainly not with this kind of background:
For years I called Mom and Dad every Sunday night at 9:00, 10:00 their time. It fit in with their TV schedule, and it let me keep track of them, and let me catch them up on any good family news I had. Of course as my daughters will testify, I practically never know any family news before they do.
When I called, Mom would get on one phone and Dad would run into the bedroom and get on the other. If I was late they’d wonder where I was and if I was early they’d just turn off the TV. Mom and Dad had their priorities straight.
I explained what unlimited long distance meant to Mom a dozen times, but every Sunday night she’d want to hang up after five or ten minutes to save my phone bill. Sometimes we barely had five minutes of news to talk about and other times we would shoot the breeze for almost an hour. It was certainly one of the high points of my week and I hope it was one of theirs.
Every Sunday night I feel a little lost when 9:00 rolls around. I wish I’d called more often. I wish I’d talked longer. I miss them every day, but especially on Sunday nights.
I always assumed the weather was bad on weekends because I had to work the rest of the week. Not so. Even when I don’t have to work the rest of the week, weekend weather is still lousy. I guess I shouldn’t take it personally 🙂
The creek is back up again. It didn’t get as high as February, but it’s up there.