The First Tuesday Of December Dawns Freezing In Texas

As you can see via the view through the bars of my patio prison cell the deluge of rain has ceased deluging on this 6th morning of the last month of 2011.

That turquoise pool you see looking so peaceful could turn into an ice skating rink today.

Currently it is 29 degrees in the outer world at my location with wind blowing hard making for a wind chill factor of 19 degrees.

It is warmer this morning up in the far north at my old home location that it is here in the semi-deep South.

That's cold. Real cold.

Listening To Fosdic Falls Roar While Learning That Nephew David Wants A Robot & The Identity Of Curious Anonymous

Water Roaring Over Fosdic Falls

Due to the absence of rainfall in this formerly parched part of the planet, it has been awhile since I've felt the ground tremble from water falling over Fosdic Falls.

Today I put on several layers of winter worthy outerwear and subjected myself to a 26 degree, wind chill factor-wise, walk around Fosdic Lake in Oakland Lake Park.

It was pleasant to hear the roar of Fosdic Falls above the roar of the cold wind.

A few days ago I blogged about my nephew David and his visit to Santa Claus. Today I heard from David's mom that when David saw Santa he climbed up on Santa's lap and earnestly told Santa all he wanted for Christmas was a robot and that "I have been a very good boy."

The last time I walked around Fosdic Lake I blogged about a strange series of comments from someone Anonymously Curious who is now no longer Anonymously Curious.

Last night I got email from someone calling him or herself "Fort Worth Observer." FWO asked if I knew who Curious Anonymous was and told me that s/he thought s/he knew. FWO asked me to make a guess. I really did not much care who Curious Anonymous was, or is. but I made a guess anyway.

Though I was pretty much 100% certain I was wrong, I, due to the mention being made by Curious Anonymous of the Tandy Hills, guessed that Don Young was Curious Anonymous. FWO replied back that I was very close and asked me to try again. This is growing tiresome I thought to myself, but then replied with Don Young's wife, Debra, as my next guess.

Wrong again. I then said I'm giving up on this quest.

Then this morning FWO sent me a picture and said Curious Anonymous was in the photo. And that Curious Anonymous is an ordained minister. And that he did something weekly. I assumed this meant Curious Anonymous preached weekly. Or weakly. It may have been a typo.

I could insert the photo into this blogging, but that somehow does not seem kosher. If the photo is of Curious Anonymous, someone could then identify him or her. (The picture has two males and one female in it, at what looks like a wedding)

If Curious Anonymous wants to be curiously anonymous, I think I should let him or her keep his or her curious anonymity.

Alma's Got Me Thinking About Putting Up My Annual Christmas Light Display & Going To Mexico

Alma's Christmas Lighting

Alma, the Songbird of the Texas Gulf Coast, sent me this photo this morning saying, "This is what I'd do if I lived in a house next to a house."

My only Christmas decoration is a little red stocking tree ornament my Grandma crocheted for me years ago.

I have never lived in an abode with a Christmas tree ever since I escaped living with my mom and dad.

I have never put any Christmas decorations on any house I've lived in. This frustrated my mom with the house I lived in in Mount Vernon, due to the fact that that house had 3 flat roofs, on three levels, with the edges easily accessed by simply walking out onto the roofs.

My mom could not understand why I would not put up lights. I think it embarrassed my mom that mine was the only house in the entire neighborhood of East Thunderbird not to have any Christmas decorations.

One year my mom brought over a big box of Christmas lights and told me I now had no excuse not to put up lights.

My Computer Monitor Christmas Ornament

I took some of my mom's lights and made a Star of David and put that up on top of the carport. I told my mom now the neighbors will think the reason I put up no lights is because I'm Jewish.

I don't think my mom understood, because she said something like, "Well, at least now you've got some Christmas lights up."

That is my one and only Christmas decoration, currently decorating my computer monitor screen.

My Grandma who crocheted my sole Christmas decoration has been gone since 1994. I can't believe that is already 18 years ago. Grandma's birthday was December 16. Every year this meant a family Christmas deal up in the Lynden zone, near the Canadian border. It'd be a combo Grandma Birthday and Christmas Party.

The year 2000 was the last year I had any relative interaction on Christmas. I was in Yuma for Christmas that year, with my mom and dad. Christmas Eve my dad drove us through Yuma's best decorated zone. It was warm, people were outside barbecuing, luminarias were all over the place, creating a cool glow.

Christmas morning started with 99 cent breakfast at a Yuma casino, named Paradise. Then it was on to Mexico, to Algodones, to do some Christmas shopping. That was a fun Christmas.

The First Monday Morning Of December Has Dawned Wet With No Snow At My Location

The view from my primary viewing portal on the world on the first Monday morning of the last month of 2011 is about the same as yesterday's.

Wet.

The rain continues to fall in semi-copious amounts. Since the deluge began the D/FW zone in various locations has recorded varying amounts accumulated, with a little more than 2 inches at the wettest.

And this morning snow is falling on parts of North Texas. Decatur, which is about 40 miles northwest of my current location has had around two inches of white stuff pile up on the ground.

Currently at my location the outer world is chilled to 35 degrees. I will not be going swimming this morning.

Changing the subject north, away from this wet part of the planet.

This morning I was surprised to learn that the town the Wild Woman of Woolley, Betty Jo Bouvier, lives in, Sedro-Woolley, in the Skagit Valley of my old home zone, is getting a Medicinal Marijuana producing facility.

I was not aware that Medicinal Marijuana had been legalized in Washington.

Dodging The Sunday Rain In Wal-Mart While Visiting Venice Italy

The weather outside has been frightful, but inside my neighborhood Super Wal-Mart and Sam's Club, the weather was just delightful.

Sam's and Wal-Mart were my walking location on this drippy first Sunday of December. Sam's Club was particularly challenging walking, dodging the multiple orange cones and buckets catching water leaking from the roof.

The last few days I have been in Italy, specifically in Venice, virtually, with the always traveling Fort Worthers known as the Galtex's.

I have no clue what the grammatically, punctuationally proper way is to add an 's' to Galtex. It just occurred to me, maybe it is Galtexes? That does not look right.

I've been enjoying Glimpses of Venice, courtesy of the Galtex's.

I have never been to the Venice in Italy. I have been to the Venetian in Las Vegas. I'm sure they are very similar.

In a couple dozen years, when the fast-paced Trinity River Vision Boondoggle finally completes its long promised canals, maybe a little bit of Venice will seem to be in Fort Worth. Won't that be something?

The picture of the Canals of Venice, in the picture, I swiped from the Facebook page of Gail Galtex this morning.

Mrs. Galtex is very cute. I wonder if this causes a problem due to those notorious Italian flirters flirting with her? They are likely discouraged by Mr. Galtex.

Speaking of flirting. We flirted with a thunderstorm here around 8 this morning. I saw one flash and heard one thunderclap.

The Morning Of The First Sunday Of December Raining In Texas & Thinking About Doris Day

The view from my primary viewing portal on the outer world is filtered through a window wet from rain on this early morning of the first Sunday of the last month of 2011.

Rain to varying degrees of volume has been falling for around 24 hours.

The rain is scheduled to continue to fall today.With thunderstorms.

The weather predictors have changed their prediction of snow or sleet for tomorrow. This morning no mention is being made by the weather prognosticators of anything falling to the ground in a frozen state.

Changing the subject from my favorite to Doris Day.

Doris Day At 87 Years Old

Every once in awhile I'll hear something that makes me think to myself that I am old.

Yesterday this occurred when I read that Doris Day is now 87 years old.

87.

How can perky Doris Day be 87 years old?

I could not find any recent photos of Doris Day. I've always liked Doris Day a lot. She has always reminded me of my Aunt Mike.

The rain just switched back to downpour mode. It is currently 39 degrees. I don't think I will be going swimming this morning.

I don't know where I will be getting my daily aerobic walking stimulation today. I don't feel like a repeat of getting wet under a bumbershoot like yesterday.

Walking In The Rain In Gateway Park Looking For Fort Worth City Gas Lease Revenue In Action

The Future Of Gateway Park Boondoggle

Today on my way to Town Talk I decided to take a look at Gateway Park. I'd not been to Gateway Park in quite awhile. I was curious to see if some of the Fort Worth City Gas Lease Revenue in Action had been in Action in Gateway Park like it has been in action a couple miles to the east, in Quanah Parker Park, where new trail has been paved and other amenities, like solar lighting, has been added.

I figured since Gateway Park is much more heavily used than Quanah Parker Park that the Gas Lease Revenue in Action would have likely repaired the paved trail damaged by Tropical Storm Hermine, and would have repaired the boarded up boardwalks. And maybe have added restrooms to Fort Woof.

When I started walking in Gateway Park a slight rain hit my big black bumbershoot. A slow northwest in winter type rain. After about 10 minutes this turned into a light Texas-style downpour. I was soaked from my knees south by the time I was back under cover.

Trail Is Closed Temporarily

I don't know if the Trinity River Vision decided to make their signage more accurate or if one of the signs was graffiti-ized. But, the biggest of the many Trinity River Vision signs by Fort Woof says "Go Gateway! The Future of Gateway Park Boondoggle."

I was optimistic when I saw the paved trail was no longer blocked by a barricade and a DO NOT ENTER SIGN, that the trail washed out by Tropical Storm Hermine had been fixed.

As is usually the case, my optimism was quickly dissipated.

As you can see the trail is not fixed. It is like this in two locations. As you can also see, there has been sufficient foot traffic to wear a new path next to the damaged paved trail. Thus sort of making it obvious that people walk here. The sign says "TRAIL IS CLOSED TEMPORARILY FOR MAINTENANCE DO NOT ENTER."

Close To Public

The trail has been temporarily closed for well over a year now.

There are three sections of chain link fence along this trail. On each of them there is now attached the amusing sign you see here.

"AREA CLOSE TO PUBLIC."

On two of the three signs someone has added a small "D" to "CLOSE."

I found this amusing. I am easily amused.

My optimism that the Fort Worth City Gas Lease Revenue in Action might have fixed the boarded up boardwalks also turned out to be a false hope.

It has been a very disappointing first Saturday of December, so far.

Snow Is In The Forecast But You Can Slide Down Mount Chesapeake Today If You Want To

Weather obsessed fanatic that I am it is ironic that til this morning I had not paid any attention to the current 5 day forecast beyond hearing on the radio that a cold front was heading our way.

Minutes ago I learned, via the weather thing at the bottom of this very blog, that SNOW is in the forecast for Monday. With a low of 29, followed by a low of 25 on Tuesday.

I checked out weather sources to see if the snow prediction is being universally predicted. It isn't. Other predictors are predicting Freezing Rain rather than SNOW. I prefer snow to freezing rain. Though the difference is subtle.

Freezing Rain can turn into an Ice Storm. I never experienced an Ice Storm til I moved to Texas, getting hit with one 5 days after my arrival in Texas.

I left Washington in a heavy rainstorm and arrived in Haslet, this little hamlet on the northern border of Fort Worth, to an even heavier rainstorm, with a lot of flooding. This was not what I was expected to find in Texas.

I was shocked.

And then 5 days later I was having lunch at the now long gone Riscky Rita's, in the Fort Worth Stockyards, enjoying the bad Mexican food buffet. It'd been warm when I entered Riscky Rita's. Warm and windy. When I left Riscky Rita's, an hour or so later, the temperature had dropped to just above freezing.

I was shocked. And had no coat with me.

That night the temperature dropped to 15 degrees. We did not know how to shut off the water to the pool. Or the barn. It was a nightmare.

By morning the ground was covered with what seemed to be several inches of ice.

I was shocked. I had no idea this type thing happened in this part of Texas.

Since then I've survived through 4 or 5 Ice Storms.

I remember the first time I walked into the house in Haslet remarking why in the world would there be a big fireplace in a house in Texas? Within 5 days I knew the reason.

My current abode also has a fireplace. I have only used it once. The power went out. It was way below freezing. I had to scrounge to find things to burn. I probably should get myself a supply of firewood.

Today is the day you can buy a slide down Mount Chesapeake for only 2 bucks, up in North Richland Hills. Wait a couple days and there is a chance you will be able to do some snow sliding for free in this usually snow-free part of the planet.

The First Saturday Of December Has Rain Falling On North Texas

It looks like a blue view through the bars of my patio prison cell this first Saturday of the last month of 2011.

However, while the pool is blue, the sky is gray and dripping drops of wet stuff on to the ground.

We are a less parched part of the planet this morning.

More wetness is scheduled for the rest of the day, along with some possible thunderstorming. I can't remember when we last had a real strong thunderstorm in this less parched part of the planet.

It is currently 55 degrees in the outer world at my location. This means the 24 hour average has been above 50 degrees. Which means I am obligated by contract to go swimming this morning.

I think I will go do that right now before it starts raining any harder.

Walking Around A Foggy Fosdic Lake Explaining To Someone Named Anonymous How I Came To Be In Texas & Why I Stay

You are looking through my windshield at a foggy Fosdic Lake in Oakland Lake Park today in the noon time frame.

A drizzle dripped through the fog with the air chilled to the low 40s.

I tried to go swimming this morning. It did not go well.

I've been sneezing. I wonder if there is any connection between sneezing and getting in cold water?

Someone calling him or herself Anonymous mentioned wading through my weather and swimming reports on my blog, sort of implying this wading was tiresome.

Speaking of tiresome, this weather we are experiencing today on this less parched part of the planet is what a stereotypical winter day in the Puget Sound zone of Western Washington is like.

I really don't know if I could go back to living in that climate again. I remember my first time back to Washington after my Texas exile, I was already used to the almost perpetual Texas blue sky. That trip north, every morning I'd get up expecting to see blue, to be greeted by gray and wet.

I think I've mentioned previously that my last time I spent time in Washington, July 20 through August 20 of 2008, I shivered almost the entire time. I was really glad to be back in Texas, that time, for several reasons, in addition to wanting to be warm.

That same person calling him or herself Anonymous has also been making comments regarding me being exiled in Texas, suggesting I never have anything positive to say about Texas, which renders me boring.

Apparently I paint Washington as a heavenly paradise with strawberries growing on every tree, while I paint Texas as the Devil's Earthly manifestation of Hell on Earth. This Anonymous person says she or he has never met any of the type Texans I describe.

I don't recollect ever spending any time describing any particular Texans. Except maybe Gar the Texan and Elsie Hotpepper.

The first comment from this person calling him or herself Anonymous was to a blogging titled The Last Sunday Of November of 2011 Has Dawned Wind Free & Cold In Texas.

And then this morning there have been a couple comments from Anonymous to a blogging from yesterday titled A Curious Anonymous Question Leads Me To The Lonely Planet Of Texas.

Below are the two comments....

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "A Curious Anonymous Question Leads Me To The Lonely Planet Of Texas":

I read this blog occasionally, mostly for mentions of Tandy Hills Park, a place I love. I'm sometimes moved to comment, an urge I suppress. I don't think I can convince you of anything. Nevertheless, just a few thoughts: You are welcome to lament. But laments unrelieved by anything positive are just boring.

The Texans that you describe bear little resemblance to people that I know here. 

Some of your comments about Texan's exceptionalism are on the money. But you match them with your view of Washington as a paradise without political corruption, with kindly people loving the environment and each other (and strawberries). It makes sense for a reader to ask, what keeps you here? Most of us, here by jobs or even by birth just try to make the best of it. What would your blog look like if you lived in Washington??

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "A Curious Anonymous Question Leads Me To The Lonely Planet Of Texas":

I have returned to comment yet again, to let you know you mischaracterized me when you “answered” the comment I left for you a few days ago.

Please do not include me among those who think lamenting is a bad thing. I myself regularly lament. Lamenting is often very warranted. And I don’t begrudge you your lamenting. In fact, I dare say we share some similar laments. Otherwise I would not wade through your weather reports and swimming reports.

Also, please do not lump me into that group of Texans who would like to see you “get your butt north of the Red River.” Au contraire, I think you are an asset to our state. My curious, anonymous comment was first and foremost a simple question. Because you do so frequently compare Texas and Washington and because you regularly find Texas not as appealing in many ways, I simply began to wonder why you became exiled here and why you have chosen to remain here. Surely I could accurately say that you have rather invited that question.

I found your Lonely Planet Texas offering amusing. But surely that is not why you are exiled here. I even chuckled when you meandered your way into some more Fort Worth bashing. And I began to suspect that you may have never intended to answer me. Your ability to take a question and chat all around it and turn it into some of your favorite “rants” suggests you could morph into a politician.

I am not your typical Texan. I cringe at the mandatory “Have a nice day.” And I shall never sugar-pie anyone. The political candidates I vote for almost always lose. And I don’t have a “love it or leave it” mentality.

Just Curious.

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Anonymous Curious person wonders what my blog would look like if I had a Washington blog?

Well.

I have a Washington blog. It is called Durango Washington.

As for being curious as to why I am exiled in Texas. The blog you are reading right now has had well over 4,000 blog posts, dating back, I think, to some point in 2007. Among those blog posts the story is told as to how I found myself in Texas. And what has kept me here.

I have no intention to re-tell this story, yet again.

Primarily because doing so can bring me to tears, depending on what sort of mood I am in...