Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Survived First 2018 Arizona Monsoon Haboob

Last night my favorite Jeremy nephew managed to make it to grandma's slightly ahead of the Haboob Dust Storm.

Soon after Jeremy arrived so did the Haboob.

The blowing dust was quickly replaced by rain, followed by lightning strikes.

Jeremy's uncle Jake called from Scottsdale to let us know he had lost power and was taking refuge in his vehicle in order to keep cool.

After Jake called we located emergency lighting in the form of four flashlights.

We did not lose power, but it was a good thing to be prepared.

Last night's storm did not last too long at our location, Elsewhere, according to the morning news. the Valley of the Sun took quite a Monsoon Haboob hit last night.

Below is video taken a couple minutes after the Monsoon arrived....

Monday, July 9, 2018

Stuck In My First Arizona Haboob Dust Storm With Miss Daisy & Jeremy

Miss Daisy and I were about to head north to Mesa to go to the Superstition Ranch Farmers Market when the phone went into Emergency Alert Warning mode, warning us of an impending dust storm, from which we were advised to seek shelter.

And get off the road if driving.

Incoming Haboob.

Last night, around ten, the phone made the same warning, multiple times. We noticed nothing, til this morning when the morning sun revealed an outer world covered with a coating of dust.

And this morning when I went pooling I learned some emergency warning went off at 3 in the morning which had the pool maintenance people busy dealing with clogging filters.

Now this most recent Emergency Alert Warning has been extended another 25 minutes.

I stepped outside a few minutes ago to photo document the incoming wall of dust, which is what you are seeing.

Nephew Jeremy just arrived, chased by the dust storm, says lots of lightning is on the way. It's getting real dark. Brother Jake just texted that power is out in Scottsdale.

The dust has arrived. Must hit the publish button and batten the hatches...

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Arizona Day One HOT As Expected With No Additional Turbulence

In the view you are looking at here you are looking east from my mama's living room, with a sun-blocking screen causing the pattern of squares between you and the pair of cactus.

The ride to Arizona was the wildest yet. Extreme turbulence on the leg from Wichita Falls to DFW. The flight to Phoenix from DFW was postponed a couple times, ending up with about an hour delay.

As we descended into the Valley of the Sun a blockade of dark clouds appeared, shooting lightning. The turbulence hit quick and hard, banging my fragile head against the window.

The turbulence soon abated.

Nearing Phoenix I looked out the window on what looked like those palm islands in Dubai. I quickly realized I was looking directly down at mom's Sun Lakes location and the clubhouse swimming pool I pooled in this morning.

A few minutes later I was on the ground. A few minutes after that after traveling on three sections of moving sidewalks my little brother came into view in the distance. Then I saw mom and sister Jackie. Spencer Jack's grandpa was rolling mom in her chariot. I took over that duty whilst SJ's grandpa took over wheeling my rolling bag.

Upon exiting the Sky Harbor interior I was a bit surprised at how HOT the blast of 115 degrees felt. I mean, this really was not all that much HOTTER than the Texas temperature I had just left. But it felt like I was at the Gateway to Hell.

This Sunday morning mom took me on a shopping expedition to Food City, Costco and WinCo. We got all the fixin's for tonight's steak grilling.

Almost one day down, and only 13 to go. Not that I am counting...

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Sikes Lake Ducking Before Leaving Wichita Falls For Arizona

With a few hours to go before I fly out of here I decided I had time for one more bike ride before hitting HOT Arizona.

I was not long rolling before it was evident a lot of people decided this relatively cool Saturday made for a good day to be outside.

Rain is slightly in the forecast for today. Sikes Lake is in need of some rain. Islands are beginning to form.

And the geese and duck flocks stand in the remaining water as much as they float in it.

Today I stopped under the Sikes Lake Pavilion, which is the location you see my bike resting at above. As I rolled to a stop at a bench I rolled past a small flock of snoozing ducks. They woke up upon my passing, and then when I got off the bike to sit down and do some drinking, the ducks rose as one and began waddling towards me, quacking loudly.

I think the ducks were expecting something to eat from me. I suspect such happens throughout the day, which is why they camp out at this location near the museum parking lot.

Friday, July 6, 2018

HOT Wichita Bluff Nature Area Walk Prior To Being HOT In Arizona

Around the noon time frame this first Friday of the 2018 version of July I decided some HEAT exposure would feel good in a place with little shade.

And so I rolled my mechanized wheels to the Wichita Bluff Nature Area to go on a HOT walk.

By early tomorrow evening any walking I do will likely be HOTTER than today's walking, because that walking will be taking place in the Valley of the Sun, which is in Arizona, which is a HOT location.

Nurse Canecracker informed me a few minutes ago, via Facebook, that a monsoon has been blowing and dripping in the east end of the Valley of the Sun. If there is some monsoon activity extreme humidity will likely be added to the Phoenix zone's HOT mix.

Regarding that photo you see above. I was sitting at a picnic table, under the shade of a picnic pavilion, looking northeast over the Wichita Bluffs. I have no clue what those rectangular stone formations are supposed to be. A fourth one is out of photo frame, to the left.

Tomorrow's weather prediction is for some possibly storminess. I hope this does not wreak havoc with my travel plans. I have a short, less than an hour, connect time to get from the little plane which takes me to DFW from Wichita Falls, to get on the bigger plane which takes me to Phoenix.

I suspect it will all work out. And if it doesn't, well whatever happens should be interesting. I like it when whatever happens is interesting...

Thursday, July 5, 2018

My Arizona Mom Did Not Shoot Her Son To Stay Out Of Assisted Living

I saw this early 4th of July morning on Facebook.

By noon I got email from one of my mom's four grandsons suggesting this may be some sort of cautionary warning about grandma.

I believe this Arizona shooting took place in Tempe. My mom lives in Sun Lakes, a short distance south of Tempe.

There has been talk about moving mom to some sort of assisted living situation. But, as far as I know, none of mom's sons are on board with such being a good idea.

I have been tasked with flying to Arizona on Saturday to help find some solutions to make mom's living easier. I do not think I need to worry about making sure mom is not hiding any firearms. Mom has never liked guns. Guns were never in our home growing up.

However, at times I wonder and worry that I do not know all which mom may be up to.

For instance, on my last visit I discovered an almost empty large bottle of gin hidden in the back of the lower shelf of mom's refrigerator.

Mom has never been a consumer of alcoholic beverages.

Except for the brief period of time when mom discovered getting free drinks whilst playing slot machines in Reno. I recollect at one point mom asking me if I'd ever had a root beer fizz. Which I learned was one of the "exotic' cocktails mom had discovered in Reno. When it was explained to mom these were alcoholic beverages that particular fad quickly faded.

Or so I was told.

But that bottle of gin had me wondering.

The day after I found mom's hidden bottle of gin Spencer Jack's grandpa and his favorite aunt Jackie showed up. I brought up the gin subject for the first time. Til then I had not mentioned my discovery to mom.

Mom acted all innocent, claiming no knowledge regarding the booze in her fridge.

Spencer Jack's aunt Jackie then came up with some sort of explanation explaining the mysterious bottle of gin as having something to do with David, Theo & Ruby's mother, who is also our little sister, Michele.

I soon gave up getting to the bottom of mom's gin mystery.

But, I am pretty much 100% my mom has nary a gun hidden anywhere,

I do not think any of my sane relatives have firearms.

However, one of our relatives with marginal personality disorder is known to keep a gun close by. This relative is a classic example of why we need stronger gun control laws so as to keep firearms away from the arms of such marginal personality types...

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

2018 Wichita Falls 4th of July Parade Extravaganza

The 2018 Wichita Falls 4th of July Parade is now history.

Today's 4th of July Parade in downtown Wichita Falls is the third one I have eye witnessed. This year's had the coolest temperature of the three.

The parade began right on time, at 9 this 4th of July morning, with soldiers marching the colors of the flags of the various nations stationed at Sheppard Air Force Base, complete with loud musical accompaniment. You can see and hear that below, via video.

Before the parade began, the crowd of parade viewers quickly grew. And waited. Above you see a quartet waiting in the shade, having themselves a pre-parade smoke of what appeared to be some sort of tobacco product.

Like we said, the parade began with dozens of soldiers in uniform, carrying flags. The parade viewers stood, many with hand over heart. No kneeling was seen. Though I may have been tempted to do so.


I have been to a parade or two where the passing paraders toss candy to the kids in the crowd. But I have never seen this done to the level I see happen in Wichita Falls. One nearby dad commented it is like Halloween without having to go through the effort of walking door to door.


What with all that candy being thrown about and so many people seeming to be having themselves a mighty fine time, the Wichita Falls 4th of July Parade has a sort of party feel. I've never seen so many people in a parade looking like they are having so much fun.


The parade viewers seemed to be having just as much fun as the paraders. Such as the lady above. She laughed a lot. The adult parade viewers had fun directing the kids to candy locations.


Red, white and blue seemed to be the dominant color theme.


Red, white and blue, along with multiple iterations of Uncle Sam, with the guy above being one of the best, riding on a rusted jalopy, which reared up and down as it rolled along.


And here we have a pair of red, white and blue grannies riding on the tailgate of a red USA pickup.


A red 65 Ford Mustang sporting the red, white and blue. My first car was a 1965 Mustang Fastback. A 65 Mustang is over half a century old. Yikes!


A collection of young Uncle Sams sporting more of that red, white and blue color motif.


This pair of older "Uncle Sams" pushed a sign which said "SUPER SAM & SAMANTHA: TRUTH JUSTICE AND THE AMERICAN WAY".


I think I recognized the people riding the above large Radio Flyer wagon. I am fairly certain they were red, white, blue and Browns.


One of the last entries in the parade was from the local Patterson Auto people, suggesting we PRAY FOR PEACE, with the message tacked to the side of a military vehicle.

And now that aforementioned video of Sheppard Air Force soldiers leading the Wichita Falls 4th of July Parade...

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Jason Joey Samish Island Blackjack Flashback


The mysterious photo you see above arrived in my incoming email yesterday, that being the second day of July. The email was from Spencer Jack's dad, my favorite nephew, Jason.

The subject line in the email simply said "Samish Island Blackjack".

Blackjack is a gambling game played with cards, for you in the non-liberated part of America where gambling is banned.

Banned, along with a lot of other things. Like using cannabis oil for medicinal purposes.

I have long been perplexed how the parts of America most vocally verbalizing that land of the free concept are at the same time banning that which those in America who actually live in more liberated zones enjoy as a freedom, unlike those repressive, faux freedom spouting American locations, such as Texas.

And Alabama.

And others.

Who trumpet that land of the free concept whilst stifling freedom.

The parents of Texas kids suffering from ailments treatable by medicinal marijuana must journey as far as Colorado, currently, to get treatment for their kids.

This will soon change because a state closer to Texas than Colorado, progressive, liberal, Oklahoma has jumped on the medicinal marijuana bandwagon. A bandwagon ride sensible people logically take.

I digress, which I frequently do.

Back to the subject we started with. That photo above from Spencer Jack's dad.

In that photo, playing blackjack, we see Jason on the left, across the table from his little brother, my favorite nephew, Joey. I do not know who the other kids at the blackjack table are.

I believe that is Jason and Joey's mama, my favorite ex-sister-in-law Cindy standing to the right of Jason. Directly above Jason that looks to be Audrey Van W. Next to Audrey is my dear old mom, who I expect to see on Saturday. Next to mom is my dear old dad. Next to dad is Marie Y. I suspect this gambling operation is taking place at the home of Glen and Marie Y, what with Jason indicating this blackjacking was taking place on Samish Island.

I am guessing this photo documented blackjack game took place in the early 1990s. Joey appears to be about the age his nephew, Spencer Jack, is now. As in ten years old. Or is Spencer 11 now? Time flies and I lose track of it...

Monday, July 2, 2018

Imaginary Fort Worth Political Cartoonist Returns Home


Yesterday in the Seattle Times I saw that which you see here, an article titled More of everything: David Horsey returns to a changed Seattle.

David Horsey is a Pulitzer Prize winning political cartoonist who, when I lived in Washington, did his political cartooning for the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.  And then, apparently, six years ago, Horsey left Seattle to do his political cartooning in Los Angeles. I do not know if after I left Washington Mr. Horsey went to cartooning for the Seattle Times, but I do know he has now returned to Seattle to do political cartooning for the Seattle Times.

And in this current Seattle Times entry Horsey did some political cartooning in video form in which he reflects on what has changed in Seattle in the six years he was out of town.

I know how that is, the reflecting on the changes after being gone for awhile. Last summer I saw Seattle for the first time in nine years. And was sorta of shocked by some of what I saw. Such as the large homeless encampments looking like tent campgrounds, sprouted beside the I-5 freeway, viewed like a dystopian nightmare as one slowly drives through downtown Seattle.

In his reflecting about the changes in Seattle Horsey makes mention of the shocking homeless camps, and the slow traffic on I-5.

Horsey also makes mention of other things, such as all the construction cranes, the changed skyline, all the Amazon workers, that type thing. You can watch this David Horsey returns to a changed Seattle video embedded below, or by clicking the link above to go to the article.

But, what struck my imagination whilst seeing this was wondering what a Fort Worth Horsey would think returning to Fort Worth after a six year stint in Los Angeles.

Yes, I realize the idea that the Fort Worth Star-Telegram would have a Pulitzer Prize winning political cartoonist is a bit of a stretch, but stay with me here.

So, when that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth six years ago the Trinity River Vision had not yet quite become America's Biggest Boondoggle.

I think it was around six years ago that the Boondoggle's J.D. Granger breathlessly announced that the Trinity River Vision was bringing the coveted sport of wake boarding to an urban venue in the form of the Cowtown Wakepark.

That imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist would return to Fort Worth to find the Cowtown Wakepark has long been sunk by incompetent management and an idiotic business model. Sort of a metaphor for the Trinity River Vision, which in 2018 is now known as the Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision, in addition to its accolade as America's Biggest Boondoggle.

When that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth six years ago the Boondoggle's bridges had long been part of the cloudy Trinity River Vision. They were then called "Signature Bridges". That imaginary political cartoonist would likely return to Fort Worth assuming those make believe Signature Bridges were now a reality, connecting the Fort Worth mainland to an imaginary island, with that imaginary island being imagined whilst he was in Los Angeles.

But, as I mentioned a couple days after I experienced a Fort Worth Drive By America's Biggest Boondoggle Embarrassment those bridges, bizarrely named, by the Boondoggle "Panther Island Bridges" do not exist, after four years of construction, all one can see is a HUGE construction mess with multiple V-piers in various stages of teeter tottering. So much so locals have taken to referring to the Stonehenge-ish eyesores as the Yeehaw Seesaws.

When that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth six years ago the downtown Fort Worth park celebrating Fort Worth's heritage, appropriately named Heritage Park, was a boarded up, cyclone fence surrounded eyesore. Six years later Fort Worth's heritage is still being celebrated in boarded up, cyclone fence surrounded fashion. Yet one more visual metaphor accurately representing the Fort Worth reality.

When that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth six years ago the town's few tourists were still being confused when trying to find where Sundance Square was, with most thinking Sundance Square was the parking lots located by a big mural celebrating the Chisholm Trail. Well, that imaginary political cartoonist would return to Fort Worth and discover those parking lots have been turned into an actual little square, called Sundance Square Plaza.

When that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth the town had no modern public transit system, other than a primitive bus system using primitive buses. While Los Angeles was busy building miles of light rail mass transit, that  Fort Worth political cartoonist would return to Fort Worth to find downtown Fort Worth still sporting Molly the Trolley. An Australian bus converted to look like a trolley.

When that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth the town's downtown had little construction happening, with very few construction cranes. Such was still the case six years later, with a downtown skyline little changed.

Horsey returned to Seattle to see part of the downtown transformed by Amazon. And other corporations. That imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist would return to Fort Worth to find Radio Shack's corporate headquarters turned into a county college.

Perhaps most horrifyingly that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist left Fort Worth when the locals still considered the Trinity River a dangerously polluted river one did not want to get wet in, or eat fish one caught in the river. And now, six years later, part of America's Biggest Boondoggle consists of hosting Rockin' the River Happy Hour Inner Tube Floats in that polluted river, hosted at an imaginary pavilion at an imaginary island.

Horsey returned to Seattle to find a downtown with multiple grocery stores, department stores, vertical malls, dozens of new restaurants, light rail running under downtown via a tunnel. Meanwhile that imaginary Fort Worth political cartoonist would return to Fort Worth to find the Star-Telegram touting the amazing opening of the downtown area's first pharmacy. And would soon notice that downtown Fort Worth still has no grocery stores, department stores, and few new restaurants. Or one of those new-fangled light rail transit things running under downtown Fort Worth.

But, like we said, there is Molly the Trolley to take you around downtown Fort Worth.

We could go on and on here, mentioning other things unchanged in Fort Worth in six years. Such as the town's parks for the most part still not having modern facilities such as running water and restrooms. But an unseemly number of outhouses. And that Fort Worth streets still, for the most part, lack sidewalks.

But, we will end here, with that aforementioned embedded video of that aforementioned Horsey political cartoon video...

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Families Belong Together Protesters March Across America Including Mount Vernon


That which you see above showed up a few minutes ago on Facebook.

Apparently my old home zone of Mount Vernon was one of the 700 some American cites where protest marchers marched today.

The Texas town I am currently in, Wichita Falls, did not have a protest march today, that I know of. However, tonight there will be a candlelight vigil type protest in Lucy Park protesting the sad state our sad nation has sunk to.

Treating asylum seekers like criminals.

Kidnapping babies and children from their parental units and then keeping them in cages, with apparently no record keeping keeping a record of what baby belongs to what parent. Or where the baby is being caged.

I have not heard from anyone in the Skagit Valley today, so I don't know if I know anyone who was protesting in downtown Mount Vernon. I suspect Nurse Canecraker was likely there, possibly along with Betty Jo Bouvier, Honey Lulu and Maxine.

Spencer Jack and his dad were likely busy today in their Anacortes restaurant and thus unable to protest.

Mount Vernon has a long protest history, going all the way back to the Vietnam War. During that war a group of peace protesters assembled every Wednesday at noon at the Skagit Valley Courthouse, pretty much the same location as those protesters you see in the above photo.

Those Skagit Valley Peaceniks kept up the Wednesday vigils after the end of the Vietnam War, with the protest morphing into an ongoing protest against the military industrial complex and the resulting war machine.

I do not know from personal observation if the Skagit Valley Wednesday Courthouse Protests continued into this century. But I suspect they have, what with America being pretty much at perpetual war, to various degrees, this entire century.

I do not think I will go to Lucy Park for tonight's candlelight vigil. Bug biters, like mosquitoes, are out in full force at that time of the day...