It Can’t Be A Good Sign
There’s big thunder rolling though the skies of north county this morning. No rain, in fact mostly clear skies, but one of those dry desert storms is rolling through, making lots of noise, and keeping little Diego on edge. As though he didn’t have enough trouble with the devil over the weekend, now the gods are upset. Poor little dog’s going to develop issues.
This is the third day in a row for triple-digit temperatures here, topping out at 108 yesterday according to the desktop widget. Nice way to start the summer. Too hot to do much of anything, including all the stuff I was going to get too as soon as I got back from vacation. Feels like the vacation got extended, but without the handy walkway to the beach.
At least the rain has stopped the construction noises from next door.
Even though the time is barely 9:30 in the morning the temperature’s either 85 degrees or 94 degrees outside (depending on which desktop widget I believe). The National Weather Service has issued an alert saying to expect record highs of over 100. Figure nothing much is getting done today. Enjoy some virtual poolside lounging from the archives while I try and stay cool somewhere.
The unseasonally early June gloom is draining my will.
Heavy hail bouncing off the skylight is scaring little Diego and pissing me off. I should not be spending my Saturday night moving potted plants out of the path of flying bits of ice. Not in March (the Ides of March at that) and not in San Diego.
Despite our inability to end the rain that’s ruining my week, we’re currently attempting to use our special powers to bring good to the household. I’m using my power to bend time and space by blowing off work until tomorrow so I can catch a matinee of Jumper with Spinner. Spinner’s super powers include miraculous recovery from diseases (the power is triggered by the hanging up of the phone, and a final, ceremonial, cough) and have allowed him to make thirty noisy children vanish.
Although the rain’s continued existence mocks our special powers, it will reportedly bring 20-foot surf Sunday and Monday. That’s a good thing.
Poolside now conducting a bit of tanline maintenance. Trying to get a bit of beige and pink going to keep with the autumnal spirit. Temps are in the 80s here today, and while work is keeping me more or less occupied despite a cancelled appointment, sometimes a good nap in the sun really helps the attitude. Besides, even in SoCal weather like this doesn’t happen every day.
Went down to the beach to watch the media vultures’ hyped HIGH SURF ADVISORY. The surf was bleh, and the sun never worked its way through the grey skies. Did watch someone elses’s photo shoot for a bit, but seemed to be missing something. Why all the lackeys? Why bother if you’re going to have to photoshop some weather? Are they
selling promoting the girls or the swimwear?
Had lunch with an old friend, but was distracted because I wanted to read through some pleadings that I’d pulled out of the P.O. Box on the way to lunch. When I finally got to the documents, they were pretty bleh themselves. Nothing new. Nothing original.
Need a good swim, but the thermostat on my local pool has been all screwy and unpredictable. Maybe tomorrow.
Just not feeling up for anything at the moment. Kinda bleh.
On The Fires
Despite numerous challenges, mostly Angelenos forgetting how to behave when traffic signals stop working, we did make it to brunch. Power outages, windblown debris on the highways and periodic tirades against local radio newsreaders all helped make the drive “interesting.” Several newsreaders were clearly at a loss trying to do something beyond read segues between taped feeds and the depth of experience of those exiled to Sunday morning drivetime was unfortunately obvious. Like, ohmygawd, there like a big fire in Malibu, like, and its like near Mel Gibson’s home…uhhh…uhhh…back to you Tiffanyamber. Thought about pulling off to help with the evacuation of Pepperdine, but the need for caffeine and cholesterol defeated even my altruistic nature, and made it to brunch without even stopping for Red Cross snacks at the Zuma Beach evacuation center.
Home now. Fires appear to still be spreading around Southern California, and there’s a lot of smoke to the east of Casa, probably from the Ramona blaze. Right now it looks like Spinner‘s route to work is cut off by one of the smaller fires. Hurricane-force Santa Ana winds are going to make this place miserable for a few days.