A Pot Bellied Old Bald Man Walking With My Sister & The Indian Ghosts At The Village Creek Natural Historical Area

My sister who lives in Arizona, who last walked with me the Saturday before yesterday's Saturday, on the Tandy Hills, went walking with me today, with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area in Arlington.

It was a bit warm when I left air-conditioned comfort today. As in 93 degrees, with the extreme humidity making is supposedly feel like 101.

But, it did not feel like 101 to me, due to a lot of shade and a good strong breeze.

I last talked to my sister who lives in Arizona, last night, after she called me from her current location, in Tacoma. I missed the first call and called back to find myself serenaded with the Happy Birthday song, sung by my nephew, David, with help from his brother and sister, Theo and Ruby.

I called my sister back today after I finished talking to the Indian Ghosts because I had something relatively annoying I wanted to mention that I did not want to mention last night when I was on a speakerphone.

Village Creek was looking really pitiful today. There is no water moving, so the creek has become a series of ponds.

That is not the relatively annoying thing I wanted to talk to my sister about, even though Village Creek has become relatively annoying. I should have indicated I was changing the subject, thus avoiding confusion.

Anyway.

I was looking at the pond you see above, from one of the dam bridges that cross Village Creek, and was wondering what happens to the Village Creek fish and other critters, like turtles, when the creek stops moving and becomes a series of ponds.

As I stood looking at the scene above I saw something move in the distance, at the point you see in the picture where the pond narrows. You might be able to see what I saw by clicking on the picture to see the bigger version. What you will see is what I zoomed in on, with my camera, below.

A guy was fishing in the stagnant, scum covered pond. I'd be nervous to be fishing in this location, having to climb through a lot of jungle underbrush to get there. My one and only copperhead snake, that I've seen in Texas, was seen a few feet from where I was standing to take this picture.

I got email a couple days ago from someone asking me for directions to the Village Creek Natural Historical Area. I'm appalled I have been remiss in not previously indicating where this park is located.

From I-30, in far east Fort Worth, exit to Eastchase Parkway. You'll see a Wal-Mart on the north side of the freeway, a Target on the south side. Head south on Eastchase Parkway, past a McDonald's, past a Burger King, past a Race Trac gas station. At Meadowbrook Drive, Eastchase Parkway becomes Dottie Lynn Parkway, because you are now in Arlington. In less than a half a mile you will see the entry to the Village Creek Natural Historical Area on your left. There you will find a parking lot and the trail head that leads you into the park. The park entry is about 1.3 miles from the exit from I-30.

Go to this location every Sunday, in the noon time frame, and eventually you will see me. Look for an elderly bald man with a pot belly and a big walking stick.

Alaska's Little Sister, Texas, Is Cute According To My New T-Shirt

I remembered to check my mailbox on my way back from getting birthday party supplies and found a package with the return address being one I recognized, that being Rosie the Rat Dog (and my sister's address) in Kent, Washington.

Are they already back from Alaska, I wondered to myself.

And then closer perusal of the package showed that the package had been mailed from Haines, Alaska.

Haines, Alaska is the last place we have heard anything from Rosie the Rat Dog and her entourage, that being via a blogging on Rosie the Rat Dog's Alaska! blog titled Hungry No More.

I opened the package from Alaska to find the amusing t-shirt you see above. I did not realize Alaska was that much bigger than the teeny state of Texas. I did realize Texas was cuter than Alaska.

Happy Birthday To My Mom & Dad After A Cool Swim With An Incoming Nephew

In the picture you are looking at the earliest known photograph of me skinnydipping.

My mom and dad sent this photo to various relatives, which had my grandpa and grandma sending money to my mom and dad in Eugene, Oregon, telling them to buy that boy some clothes.

Today is the day my mom and dad's eldest son was born.

A long time ago.

I have never been a fan of birthdays, my own or anyone's. I think it is primarily, the mom, and secondarily, the dad, who should have Happy Birthday said to them on the anniversary of the birthday of one of their offspring.

That would give my mom and dad 5 happy birthdays, in addition to their own.

So, Happy Birthday, mom and dad.

On this very day, August 11, 11 years ago, I dropped in, unexpectedly, on my mom and dad's 50th Wedding Anniversary Party, at my sister's in Kent, Washington.

My nephew Christopher and his best friend, Jeff, were at my mom and dad's 50th. That is Christopher, known as CJ, and Jeff in the picture, with Jeff trying to get ahold of one of my sister's mutts, likely Rosie the Rat Dog.

Jeff currently lives in the D/FW Metroplex, in Lewisville. CJ is flying here on Thursday to stay a few days with Jeff, in preparation for Jeff's wedding in September.

I don't know if I will be seeing CJ whilst he is in the D/FW zone. There is a 3 day window of opportunity. My one longtime blog reader may remember seeing CJ when I was in Arizona in March.

I don't know if CJ is flying into D/FW International or Love Field. I suspect Love Field due to CJ's mother's tendency to fly on Southwest, a tendency she has likely passed on to her children.

Changing the subject to something else.

The Arctic Blast arrived here as predicted last night. I had my windows open. It was barely in the 70s by the time the sun came up. This made for a slightly chilly skinny dip this morning. It is currently almost 10 in the morning and it is only 78 degrees and I still have my windows open.

Windows open in August seems unprecedented, to me.

Fosdick Lake's Inviting New Beaches Intice Forbidden Toxic Swimming

Fosdick Lake Beach

Mid morning, this second Friday of August, the temperature was barely in the 80s, with a strong wind blowing.

Due to these ideal weather conditions, in the mid morning time frame, I thought I'd drive to the top of Mount Tandy, under the Fort Worth Space Needle, that you see near the center of the picture, and have myself some might fine Tandy Hills hiking.

But.

By the time the time came for my regularly scheduled noonday constitutional, the temperature had risen into the low 90s and that strong wind had settled back into being a slight breeze.

So.

I decided today was a good day to take around Fosdick Lake in Oakland Lake Park.

Due to the lack of incoming water, Fosdick Lake is quickly shrinking. As you can see, in the picture, beautiful sandy beaches have now been exposed.

The pristine waters of Fosdick Lake, with its new beaches, looks so inviting I would have gone for a swim if it were not for the signs warning me not to do so, due to the toxicity that pollutes the water in the lake.

I imagine, as the volume of water shrinks, that the toxicity level concentrates into ever higher levels of toxicity.

One is also warned not to launch a boat on Fosdick Lake.

I wonder if the no boat prohibition is due to that toxicity eating away at the boat's structure? I saw that happen in an awful movie starring Pierce Brosnan about a volcano erupting in the Pacific Northwest. Somehow that eruption made a lake toxic, like Fosdick Lake, with boats being eaten up by the acid. If I remember right Pierce Brosnan made it safely to shore.

I have an inflatable kayak. I've been tempted, a time or two, to pump it up and take it for a float on Fosdick Lake. But then the prospect of being the victim of an on the water police chase, or the water of Fosdick Lake eating a hole in my inflatable kayak, discourages me.

Yesterday's Record Breaking HEAT Followed By A North Texas Cold Front

Temperature Headline the Star-Telegram

I did not know, til reading my secondary weather information source, that being the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, that we got heated to a HOT new record of 108 degrees yesterday.

Apparently a Cold Front will be cooling us today. Currently it is barely warm in the outer world, at 81 degrees at my location.

Tonight the low is supposed to get to a very very chilly 69 degrees. I shall be sleeping sound with my windows open tonight, with no air-conditioner conditioning my interior space with periodic blasts of semi-frigidity.

This incoming Cold Front dropping us into the chilly 90s puts me in mind of an amusing newspaper headline in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer that I saw upon my arrival one summer during one of the years of this century. I think it may have been summer of 2001.

The headline was something like "Heat Wave Swelters Northwest With Day 3 in the 80s."

Such weather babies are those foggy people up in Western Washington. Three days in the 80s, in summer, in North Texas, would have people getting out their sweaters and long pants.

I Did Not Ride Tether Or Pasture My Animals In Gateway Park Today

Today my handlebars are pointing at a goofy sign in Gateway Park, located midway between the entry to the FWMBA Mountain Bike Trail and the Corpse of the Murdered Armadillo.

The Corpse of the Murdered Armadillo sounds like a good title for an Agatha Christie mystery. I can't remember the last time I read an Agatha Christie mystery. I enjoyed them when I was a youngster, decades ago.

On the sign it says, "NO RIDING TETHERING OR PASTURING ANIMALS."

All shouted in capitals. With no commas.

And then the message is repeated in Spanish, but not shouted in capitals, but with commas, "No Se Permite Equitacion, Amarrar, O Pastoreo De Animales."

I guess people who speak Spanish must be the culprits pasturing their critters in Gateway Park. Apparently there are no Spanish speaking dog owners who bring their dogs to Gateway Park, because the DOG OWNERS part of the sign is not repeated in Spanish.

Have I mentioned previously how happy I am to have re-gained the ability to be bi-pedaling? I think the reason I trended towards being obese was due to the drastic reduction in calorie burning caused by the long breaks from bike riding. I have trended towards obese during both time periods when I have been bike-free in Texas.

In Washington I had way more ways to be active than I do in Texas, so lacking bike riding, like during the Washington cold and wet season, which is about 9 months of the year, did not cause me to trend towards being obese when I lived in Washington.

I don't know what it is that causes me to so easily gain weight in this state. For me, Texas is fattening. There should be a warning label somewhere.

Sharon Wilson's Freedom Of Speech Under Attack By Range Resources & The 2nd Republic Of Texas

I knew that Sharon Wilson and her Bluedaze blog were being harassed by a 2nd Republic of Texas agency called Range Resources. I figured the harassment would go away due to it being so wrong.

I seem to chronically make naive assumptions about current life in Texas.

Sharon Wilson bravely blogged, in a blogging titled My deposition with Range Resource was not what I expected about the 6 hour inquisition to which she was subjected.

When Rick Perry successfully led Texas to secede from the American Union, for the second time, there were those who warned that American liberties, like Freedom of Speech, would be in jeopardy.

Who would have guessed that the 2nd Republic of Texas would so quickly turn into a repressive totalitarian state?

I am so glad I decided to keep dual citizenship after Texas seceded, so I can plea for help from the American Embassy if Texas moves to stifle my Freedom of Speech.

No wonder, when Texas seceded for a second time, the rest of America said good riddance.

But, I think if this repressive state gets any more repressive, with more crackdowns on Freedom of Speech, there may come a groundswell in the remaining 49 states, with pleas to liberate Texas and restore Liberty to the repressed citizens of the 2nd Republic of Texas.

Taking A Tandy Hills Steambath With Gourmet Cooking Using Butter, Bacon & Parmesan

I was back on the Tandy Hills today.

In the noon time frame, at my abode's location, a good strong wind was blowing, with clouds blocking a lot of the solar radiation, which had the outer world not even heated into the 90s.

I drove to the top of Mount Tandy, exiting my vehicle to feel a semi-strong wind blowing, but also feeling solar radiation  directly hitting me, with very little cloud intervention.

In the picture you are looking north at some of the aforementioned clouds, hovering above a Tandy Trail.

A lot of people enjoy a sauna or a steambath, or both. I don't understand why more people don't experience the natural sauna steambath that you get on the Tandy Hills, and other outdoor locations in HOT North Texas.

Getting HOT and steamy whilst getting some endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation usually has me feeling really good.

Which is what happened today. A wonderfully salubrious sauna steambath.

The last couple mornings I have gone into awake mode very early, as in around 4 in the morning. This had me going to bed really early last night. And getting up really early again this morning. I think this is what is known as a vicious cycle.

Changing the subject from vicious cycles to something else.

Long ago I knew this person who fancied himself both an artist and a gourmet chef. The reality was, he was neither.

I remember this gourmet chef being so proud of a concoction he made with spaghetti noodles, butter, bacon and Parmesan.

Over the years this has been a low level running joke amongst some of my acquaintances, as in what doesn't taste good with butter, bacon and Parmesan in the mix?

So, today I decided to make a healthier version of the gourmet chef's pièce de résistance.

I cooked up 2 packages of whole wheat spaghetti noodles, sauteed an onion and whole bulb of garlic in a stick of butter, with diced green and red peppers, baked and crumbled a package of low sodium turkey bacon. Mixed it all together, with a lot of Parmesan and what a shock.

It was good. Really good.

The whole stick of butter was likely the least healthy ingredient. But butter tastes so good.

Fort Worth Voters Did Not Approve A $134 Million Streetcar Transit Ballot Initiative

I did not realize, til this morning, whilst reading the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, in an article titled How the streetcar construction is already changing First Hill, that Seattle has a new streetcar line under construction.

In the following blurb from the P-I article there is a line the likes of which I've never seen in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

Voters approved the streetcar as part of the Sound Transit 2 ballot initiative in 2008. When the $134 million project is finished in 2014, the streetcar line will have 10 stops linking Capitol Hill, First Hill, Yesler Terrace, the Central Area, the International District and Pioneer Square. It also will connect First Hill and hospitals such as Harborview, Swedish and Virginia Mason with Sound Transit's Link light rail.

Can you spot the line to which I refer, the likes of which I've never seen in the Star-Telegram?

If you spotted "Voters approved the streetcar as part of the Sound Transit 2 ballot initiative in 2008," then you spotted correctly.

If I remember right Fort Worth somehow snagged something like 25 million federal dollars to build a very short streetcar line to nowhere. A streetcar was brought, by the Trinity River Vision, to downtown Fort Worth, to show the locals what a modern streetcar looks like. If I remember right that streetcar exhibit came from Portland, Oregon.

Fort Worth did not go ahead with building that streetcar to nowhere.

Voters in Fort Worth are rarely allowed to vote on any of the public works boondoggles that plague this part of the planet.

Such as the billion dollar Trinity River Vision Boondoggle. Never voted on by Fort Worth voters. The TRVB is a recipient of federal earmark money, courtesy of Fort Worth's corrupt congresswoman, Kay Granger, whose unqualified son, J.D., was installed to run the TRV Boondoggle, to please Kay and keep those federal dollars flowing.

Fort Worth has a population of some 758,736 people, living in a town covering 298.9 square miles.

Seattle has a population of some 620,778 people, living in a town covering only 142.5 square miles.

With Fort Worth being a bigger town than Seattle, in more ways that one, don't you think it is high time Fort Worth puts on its big city pants and starts acting like a grown up town, putting public works proposals to a public vote instead of letting a good ol' boy (and girl) network run this town?

Trust me, you get much better results when the public is on board with a public works project. Just check out some of the public works projects completed or under construction, in Seattle, to get an idea of how that works.

Pike Place Market, re-built courtesy of a public works project called Forward Thrust. Woodland Park Zoo, rebuilt courtesy of Forward Thrust. The Kingdome (now dead) built courtesy of Forward Thrust. Lake Washington clean, courtesy of Forward Thrust. I am forgetting some of the thrust of Forward Thrust.

Seattle Link light rail, it being a public works project, the result of a public vote.

Seahawk Stadium and the Mariner's Safeco Field, the result of public votes.

While Fort Worth can not figure out how to replace its ancient Will Rogers Coliseum.

Seattle built a coliseum in the early 1960s, as part of another massive public works project called the Seattle World's Fair. The Seattle Coliseum was built decades after Fort Worth's ancient Will Rogers Coliseum and is now considered not up to par for NBA basketball, which is part of the reason Chesapeake Energy's Aubrey McClendon was able to steal the Sonics and move them to Oklahoma City.

Seattle is currently working on replacing the Seattle Coliseum, known now as Key Arena, with a new basketball arena. I suspect Seattle will have a new NBA team in its new basketball arena well before Fort Worth manages to replace Will Rogers Coliseum. And if Fort Worth does ever manage to replace Will Rogers Coliseum it is highly unlikely the public will be allowed to vote on the project.

Because that is just not the Fort Worth Way.

The image at the top is from the Seattle Streetcar website.

Tuesday Afternoon Chills After I Did Not Go Over A Cliff At Gateway Park Pedaling Past The Park's Armadillo Corpse

The sun had not yet heated the outer world to over 100 degrees, today, when I pedaled past the Gateway Park murdered armadillo corpse, on my way to the entry to the FWMBA mountain bike trail.

Due to trees and underbrush providing a thick jungle-like canopy, the almost total shade makes for a totally non-HOT mountain biking experience in Gateway Park.

On Saturday, when my sister who lives in Arizona went hiking with me on the Tandy Hills, she was lamenting about the lack of shade trees along her walking paths in the desert she calls home.

Shade is a good thing.

In the picture above you are looking over my handlebars at the Trinity River. Usually my digital camera somehow turns the Trinity River water into a color that makes it look much more appealing, and blue, than it actually looks.

I don't know what made the difference, but today my digital camera managed to accurately capture the actual slimy green color of the Trinity River, in its current state of being perfect for a bacteria-laden inner tube float.

In the picture it appears I am at the Trinity River's edge. In reality my handlebars are at the edge of a cliff about 40 feet above the river. Pedaling fast on the Gateway Park FWMBA mountain bike trail, if one were to make a wrong turn, at a key point, one might find oneself flying into the river.

As I sit here typing I've been noticing the temperature plummeting, as measured by my computer based weather monitoring device. In a very short time we have gone from being over 100 to a slightly chilly 88, supposedly with light rain, as you can via the graphic below. I must step outside and see if I feel chilly and slightly dampened.

Well, stepping outside I could feel the chill, but I felt no light rain. But, clouds have arrived and I can see where rain might be currently falling on parts of this great metropolis.

This has been a rather rapid invasion of clouds. When I was in the outer world a couple hours ago, at Gateway Park, I don't recollect seeing any clouds.