This Downpour Is No April Fools Day Joke

Midway through  the first day of April the sky has begun to drip. Not yet in copious amounts, and, so far, without the predicted thunder booms.

I think the thunder booms are scheduled to arrive later in the day.

Spencer Jack texted me this morning with a message and a photo. I am fairly sure both the message and the photo are what are known as an April Fools Day prank.

I blogged Spencer Jack's April Fools Day message in a blogging titled Seattle Space Needle Collapses.

That aforementioned dripping has now gone into downpour mode.

As you can sort of tell via the picture above, taken from my computer room window, in addition to  rain, the wind is busy blowing.

That is not the Puerto Rican flag under the American flag.  That is the Texas state flag, The Lone Star should have clued you non-Texans as to what flag is furling under the Stars and Stripes.

I think I should go batten down the hatches now...

My Exile In Texas Comes To An End

I knew, or sort of knew, that this day would one day come. I said it wouldn't, but I sort of knew it would.

I've lost track, during the time of my exile in Texas, how many times, in response to the most mild verbalization of something that some super-sensitive, insecure Texan sort perceived to be some sort of criticism of Texas, that I have been advised to haul my Yankee self back north by whatever means and direction I arrived in the #1 state in the union.

Usually this sentiment regarding my departure is not expressed as politely as I worded it.

Well, the means of my arrival was a moving van, the direction was from the northwest via Amarillo and Highway 287. I have not decided for certain, but my exit will likely be via the same means and direction.

I will be heading to Seattle to a condo by Myrtle Edwards Park on Elliot Bay in downtown Seattle. That is the view in the picture. Unlike Fort Worth, Seattle already has a town lake in the form of Puget Sound and Lake Washington and Lake Union and other lakes. I'd be an old man if I waited here in Fort Worth for the Trinity River Vision to finally become clear and create a lake and some canals with condos, so I could move to a place facing water.

Reliable sources, more than one, have told me that Lord Voldemort, aka the Fremont Behemoth, is back safely behind bars, thus making a return to the Northwest seem safer and saner.

Adjusting to the weather will be difficult. Very difficult. Adjusting to being able to pick all the blackberries I want, for free, will be easy. As will having access to all the other berries and fruits and vegetables that grow in Washington. I believe that and fresh seafood are the number one things I miss.

I'll miss Texas, really, I will. There is an awful lot I like about Texas. An awful lot. I'll likely return to visit. Especially to see both the Dallas and Fort Worth Trinity River projects in their various iterations come, hopefully, to fruition.

In the meantime, I'm busy packing.....