Friday, January 18, 2013

Camping On The Tandy Hills With Giant Mushrooms

Looking West at Downtown Fort Worth
I was back on the Tandy Hills today for the first time in about 2 weeks. I can not remember when I had myself a finer time doing hill hiking than I did today.

The temperature was nearing 60. The only outer wear needed was cargo shorts and a t-shirt.

It is a clear, blue sky Friday, as you can see in the picture, looking west, towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, with the phalanx of Fort Worth skyscrapers barely peaking up above a Tandy Hill.

Why do I have such a liking for run-on sentences? Writing them is like careening out of control in a car with broken brakes. Not that I have ever had that happen.

Soon after I took the picture of the stunning skyline I looked down the ridge you see in the foreground. I saw something large and out of place. As I got closer I saw more odd things. It crossed my mind that I may have stumbled upon the mysterious VW Bus of Witchey Tree Fame.

When I was about 30 feet away it became clear I was looking at a homeless person's campsite. There were clothes hanging from branches. Stuff stored in plastic bags, also hanging from branches. Piles of camping material, like blankets and a tarp, on the ground, along with an assortment of other stuff.

Gang of Four Hiking
As I stood there looking at this campsite I reached to get my camera. At that point I heard a noise, the type leaf rustling noise armadillos make. I saw a large object move behind a tree. I was spooked by the large object behind the tree, who I also think was spooked. I quickly walked away.

A very short time later I was back on the View Street Trail, heading south, when I heard voices, then saw the group of 4 guys you see in the picture.

They were coming from the direction of the campsite, but I don't think these were the campers. I think it was just a coincidence they showed up at that point in time.

Eight Mushrooms Sprouting in the Distance
Continuing on, about 15 minutes later I looked up to see what looked like 8 very big mushrooms, un-naturally sprouting out of the ground of the Tandy Hills Natural Area.

We've had some precipitation precipitating of late. Were the damp conditions of the sort that caused giant mushrooms to sprout, I walked and wondered?

As I got closer to the 8 giant mushrooms it became clear this was not natural vegetation sprouting on the Tandy Hills.

These were manmade mushrooms.

Eight sturdy benches anchored to steel posts stuck very solidly into the ground.

Is this the amphitheater where outdoor concerts are rumored to take place this summer?

Eight Rectangular Mushroom Benches
Is there any relationship between the 8 benches and the bamboo teepee a short distance to the north?

There seems to be a lot of construction going on on the Tandy Hills Natural Area.

Recently directional signposts have been installed, after which I have not gotten lost a single time.

And now the construction of 8 benches.

What's next?

In my own selfish interest, I would not mind seeing mushroom benches installed at various locations throughout the Natural Area. It'd be a good thing to be able to sit down for a spell to enjoy the scenery in a non-vertical position. I sat on one of the mushroom benches today for at least 5 minutes. It was very pleasant.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Discovering The Hidden Grotto Of Village Creek With An Armadillo

Walking today with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area I saw a trail I'd not noticed before, likely noticeable, now, because of the diminished amount of view blocking foliage.

The trail led to the view you see in the picture, a heretofore hidden Grotto on Village Creek.

The water in Village Creek was looking so clear today I would have felt a swim were possible, if it were a hot summer day, and there were no turtles or other reptiles of the snake sort who like to play in Village Creek.

The only critter I recollect seeing today was the same armadillo I first saw a week ago. I am fairly certain this is the same armadillo due to it being in the same location and exhibiting an odd behavior I'd not seen in other armadillos. That being this guy does not cut and run when he detects a human.


Instead, this guy does a couple hops and then freezes, like a possum playing possum, and then resumes his foraging, stopping to repeat, when once again the presence of a dangerous human is detected.

Am I Going To The 2013 Fort Worth Stock Show & Rodeo Starting January 18 til February 9?

The 2013 Fort Worth Stock Show & Rodeo starts up tomorrow, Friday, January 18, closing Saturday, February 9.

The last time I went to the Fort Worth Stock Show was back in, I think 2003.

I have watched the Fort Worth Stock Show Parade 2 or 3 times. The Fort Worth Stock Show Parade is one of the best parades I've ever seen.

The trouble with the Fort Worth Stock Show Parade is the time of year the parading takes place.

Winter.

A couple years ago the parade had to be cancelled due to cold, icy conditions. Was that the same year as the Super Bowl snow woes? I don't remember.

On Saturday, parade day, the temperature is currently scheduled to reach a high of 62, starting off with a low of 38. 62 would be a very good parade viewing temperature.

I have only attended the Fort Worth Stock Show Rodeo one time, that being soon after my arrival in Texas, late in the last century. I was still in the midst of suffering extreme culture shock.  I did not care for the rodeo. It takes place in a very antique building built a really long time ago.

I am thinking I'd like to go to the Stock Show this year. Every year I tell myself I'm going to go watch the parade again. And then don't.

To make transiting to the Stock Show and the Stock Show Parade easier, the Fort Worth bus system, known as The T, is providing bus service from two locations,  Ridgmar Mall and Billy Bob's, for only $1, from 10am til 10pm, on Saturdays and Sundays during the Stock Show's run.

I do not know if the $1 is a roundtrip ticket. Or one-way.

I Want Some Chesapeake Energy Mailbox Money & Fracking Air Quality Testing Done To The Air That I Breathe

This morning I read a disturbing bit of info in Fort Worth Weekly's Static titled Migraines and Mailbox Money.

A Fort Worth mom, Mandy Mobley, was in real good shape, slender and healthy. And then she started not to feel so good.

Headaches, dizzy spells, fatigued.

Visits to doctors provided no answers.

Then, Mandy Mobeley attended a North Texas Communities Alliance meeting where a video was shown showing the chemical stew spewing from a Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale gas fracking operation.

Just like me, Mandy Mobley has a Chesapeake Energy gas fracking operation nearby.

Unlike me, Mandy Mobley leased her mineral rights to Chesapeake Energy, for which she gets paltry royalty checks.

I have been having some of Mandy Mobley's symptoms for months now. In September and October I thought the woes were allergies. I had not been an allergy prone person prior to this.

Then in early December came down with what seemed like a cold, which I later decided might have been the flu. Coughing, restricted breathing, feeling queasy.

Now I realize my bout of misery which began in early December began soon after Chesapeake Energy amped up their fracking operation in my neighborhood, with fumes of some sort clearly spewing forth, visible to the naked eye, at times.

Below is my local purveyor of fracking fumes. You can't see the fumes in the photo. When you can see the fumes they are fuming from a couple vents on top of the red boxcar like device.


The first time I ever experienced bad air pollution, and smog, was as a kid, the first time my mom and dad took us to Disneyland. The air of Southern California was so incredibly bad back then. The worst of it was when we went to Universal Studios. At that location the air was so bad it made my eyes sting and leak. It was so bad I can remember it like it was yesterday, even though this was decades ago.

The past month, or so, whatever it is my eyes are being burned by, the sensation is very similar, though much less severe, than what I experienced long ago in Southern California.

I wish Texas had not seceded, again, from the Union, and that that powerful United States agency known as the Environmental Protection Agency, still operated here. Maybe Texas should start up its own version of the EPA.

It could be called the Texas Environmental Protection Agency.

TEPA.

Does that not have a nice ring to it?

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

A Walk With The Gateway Park Trees Before Picking Strawberries

Trees seemed to be the theme of my walk on a few miles of the Gateway Park paved trails today.

I like this time of year in Texas, foliage wise.

Most of the leaves on most of the trees are long gone, making for a completely different look from the jungle that will begin to re-sprout in a couple months.

Today's walk was immensely more pleasant than yesterday's chilly, breezy walk with the Fosdick Lake ducks.

I was slightly, ever so slightly, surprised when I came to Gateway Park's #2 Boardwalk today.

Surprised because the "Closed To Public" sign was nowhere to be seen. And the yellow crime scene tape was gone.

Have the boardwalks been fixed was my first thought. Then, upon seeing that the Boardwalk had not been fixed, my second thought was a mischievous park vandal had been at work.

Mother Nature has also been doing some mischievous vandalizing since my last walkabout in Gateway Park.

As you can see a tree has either grown into a vertical trail blocking position, or Mother Nature blew the tree down to be a trail block.

Whatever it was that put this tree into this trail blocking position, it took a very strenuous effort to circumvent the trail blockage.

When I finished with my walkabout I headed to the Beach Street Walmart. When I drove by the Beach Street Town Talk I saw that strawberries were the featured product of the day.

So, I stopped at Town Talk and got me some strawberries. People were scooping up the strawberries. Many people had multiple flats in the carts. A flat of strawberries was only costing $6. I had no idea what I would do with that many strawberries, so I only got 2 boxes.

That is still a lot of strawberries.

That likely will not taste very good and will likely cause me to lament missing the tasty, sweet Skagit Valley strawberries of my long ago youth.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Making It Safely Across The Icy Fosdick Falls Bridge With Skunk Ducks

This morning's Winter Weather Advisory advised that one should use caution when crossing bridges and over passes due to icy conditions rendering driving dicey in North Texas, til the air is re-heated to above freezing.

With that warning in mind, today I very carefully made my way across the partially snow covered bridge over Fosdick Falls that leads to Fosdick Dam in Oakland Lake Park.

You can see, via the footprints in the snow, that mine were not the only feet to brace the freezing air for some aerobic stimulation and the resulting endorphins.

I ran into Miss Puerto Rico this morning. Miss Puerto Rico does not do well with snow and ice. When she first moved from her home island to the American mainland, Miss Puerto Rico went to college in Indiana.

Winter in Indiana was the first time Miss Puerto experienced a northern winter. Miss Puerto Rico moved to Texas, long ago, thinking that it does not get cold in the South.

When I moved to Texas I harbored the same delusion. To find myself in a minor state of shock, by my second week in Texas, when I experienced my first Ice Storm.

Changing the subject from the frigid Miss Puerto back to Fosdick Lake.

Fosdick Lake Skunk Ducks
Those are not penguins you see in the picture, those are a pair of what looked like Skunk Ducks, floating with the biggest duck flotilla I've ever seen in Fosdick Lake.

Most of the duck flotilla was on the west side of the lake, where they'd congregated to get bread.

I stopped to talk to the nice lady feeding the ducks. She was checking in every day on one of the ducks, due to the bird having a bad leg injury. The lady called the injured duck an Oriental Duck.

I have no idea if there is such a thing as an Oriental Duck. It's the duck that I've taken a picture of before, that I called a Lulubird Duck, because it looked like some sort of ugly mix between a duck and a turkey.

I always tell myself I must remember to bring duck food to Fosdick Lake, and then I always forget.

UPDATE: Noted local Ornithologist, Miss GG, has informed me that the pair of Skunk Ducks, in the above picture, are actually known as Bufflehead Ducks.

Another North Texas Winter Weather Advisory With Slick Roads & Snow On The Ground

My Snowy Tuesday Morning View
When I opened my blinds this morning, a short time before the arrival of the sun, I was not expecting to see what looked like snow laying around in the outer world at my location.

I knew something called sleet was in the forecast for this morning. I might have thought this white stuff was sleet, except for the fact I saw what appeared to be snowflakes falling.

Currently the outer world at my location is chilled to 4 degrees below freezing.

Apparently driving is very hazardous this morning.

Yesterday afternoon I was talking to the Tacoma Belle when my phone made its incoming call noise. It was my mom, so I switched from the Tacoma Belle to my mom.

Among many bits of info, my mom told me that the Phoenix zone has been having record breaking cold, as in well below freezing.

My mom is worried they will lose their orange and grapefruit trees. And their Bougainvillea.

The Phoenix zone is so well landscaped, unlike my current location, with a lot of the color coming from the Bougainvillea, it'd be a real bad thing to have all that plant life killed by a deep freeze.

I don't know if I am going to be able to leave my abode today via motorized vehicular transport.


Let's see what this WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY is advising....

...WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY NOW IN EFFECT UNTIL NOON CST TODAY...

* TIMING...AREAS OF SNOW AND SLEET OVER GREENVILLE...PARIS AND SULPHUR SPRINGS WILL CONTINUE TO MOVE NORTHEAST WHILE DIMINISHING IN INTENSITY THROUGH 9 AM. MEANWHILE LIGHT DRIZZLE HAS DEVELOPED OVER MUCH OF THE REMAINDER OF THE ADVISORY AREA AND THIS IS EXPECTED TO CONTINUE THROUGH 11 AM OR NOON CST. WITH TEMPERATURES REMAINING BELOW FREEZING FOR THESE AREAS...FREEZING DRIZZLE IS LIKELY.

* MAIN IMPACT...WHILE MOST ACCUMULATING SNOW AND SLEET HAS COME TO AN END OVER THE ADVISORY AREA...IT HAS LEFT ELEVATED BRIDGES AND OVERPASSES SLICK AND IMPASSABLE IN SOME LOCATIONS. FREEZING DRIZZLE IS EXPECTED TO REDEVELOP OVER THE ENTIRE ADVISORY AREA FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE MORNING HOURS. LIGHT FREEZING DRIZZLE WILL ONLY EXACERBATE ICY ROAD CONDITIONS ON BRIDGES AND OVERPASSES...MAKING TRAVEL ON THESE SURFACES EXTREMELY HAZARDOUS.

* AMOUNTS...SNOW AND SLEET ACCUMULATIONS OF ONE QUARTER TO ONE INCH HAVE ALREADY BEEN REPORTED ACROSS THE ENTIRE ADVISORY AREA. LIGHT FREEZING DRIZZLE IS EXPECTED TO CAUSE AN ADDITIONAL LIGHT COATING OF ICE ON ELEVATED ROADWAYS...INCLUDING BRIDGES AND OVERPASSES.

PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...

A WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY MEANS THAT PERIODS OF WINTER PRECIPITATION MAY CAUSE TRAVEL DIFFICULTIES. BE PREPARED FOR SLIPPERY ROADS AND PLAN ON SOME TRAVEL DELAYS.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Prosecuting George W. Bush For Murder With Glimpses Into A Time Of Can't

It took me awhile to make my way through it, but I finally finished Vincent Bugliosi's THE PROSECUTION OF GEORGE W. BUSH FOR MURDER.

I believe this to be the most unsettling, troubling, eye-opening, disturbing, upsetting book I have ever read.

Methinks every American who is able to read should read this book.

Bugliosi divides THE PROSECUTION OF GEORGE W. BUSH FOR MURDER into 3 parts.

Part I has Chapter 1: Opening Up One's Eyes and Chapter 2: Why George Bush Went to War.

Part II has Chapter 3: Prologue to the Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder and Chapter 4: The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder.

Part III has Chapter 5: Bush "Couldn't Possibly" Have Been Any Worse in Handling the War on Terrorism and Chapter 6: America, Up or Down?

Chapters 1 through 5 were troubling enough and then Chapter 6 added to the troubling, being all about the decline of America.

Speaking of the decline of America, on the very day I read the final chapter in Bugliosi's book, about America being up or down, Miss GG's favorite travel partner wrote a blogging on his Glimpses blog titled Into a Time of Can't that is sort of another version of what Vincent Bugliosi is saying in the Chapter 6: America, Up or Down? section of his book.

I guess this is one of those examples of great minds thinking alike.

Taking A Walk Around My Prairie Free Neighborhood Whilst Lamenting The Loss Of The Super Bowl Buffet

With the temperature barely above freezing, with a wind chill factor having the barely above freezing really feeling way below freezing, I bailed on my plan to drive to the Village Creek Natural Historical Area to ride my bike and instead decided to take a walk around my neighborhood.

My neighborhood is a bit hilly, the same hills that make the Tandy Hills hilly. Only my neighborhood hills have had the prairie removed from them and a lot of pavement added to the former prairie, which facilitates easy walking.

About a month ago I was sad to notice that the restaurant closest to my abode had closed.

The Super Bowl Buffet.

Chinese Asian All You Can Eat is how the sign on the side of the former restaurant describes the cuisine.

For years I was a buffet aficionado. While I was a buffet aficionado the Super Bowl Buffet was my favorite Chinese food buffet I'd ever been to. That covers a lot of Chinese food buffets.

I would guess I buffeted at the Super Bowl Buffet several dozen times before I found that I no longer enjoyed over eating.

A couple days ago I noticed boards were being installed over the Super Bowl Buffet's windows, making it look even more forlorn.

When I first moved to my current location the Super Bowl Buffet was a Black Eyed Pea restaurant. I only ate there once. Had the turkey dinner. It was good, but I never went back. I don't remember how long it was after the Black Eyed Pea closed that the building re-opened as a Chinese buffet. The original name was not Super Bowl Buffet. I don't remember the original name. Maybe it was something like Asian Super Buffet.

Anyway, I'm feeling a bit of a loss at the closing of the Super Bowl Buffet. I hope me not being a regular customer anymore was not too much of a contributor to the restaurant's close.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Prairie To The People At Prairie Fest 2013


I like the poster for this year's Prairie Fest. I also like the "Prairie to the People" slogan. I found the below blurb on Facebook a few minutes ago...

It's now official. Prairie Fest is alive and well and is coming April 27 to your local prairie: Tandy Hills Natural Area. Music; Wildflower Hikes; Food & more. One day only. Don't miss it!

Last year's Prairie Fest came in 3 parts. I only made it to Part 1.

Time flies by so fast. It was way back at the 2011 Prairie Fest that I had myself a fine time in a booth with Elsie Hotpepper and Granny Grassroots. And others.

Checking Out River Legacy Park's Natural Petroleum Pipeline Overlook

River Legacy Park Trinity River Bridge
Today I was taking a Sunday walk in River Legacy Park, when, unbeknownst to me, the Seattle Seahawks were already in the process of ending this year's attempt to make it to the Super Bowl again.

It was barely one degree above freezing when I left my abode to drive to Arlington to walk along the Trinity River in River Legacy Park.

I was adequately attired to prevent the bone chilling wind from chilling my bones. I think this is the first time this winter I have been neither under or over dressed for the dire elements.

It does not seem all that long ago that I biked the River Legacy Park trail to check out the Huffine's Veridian development.

River Legacy Park Nature Overlook
However, enough time has passed that there was sufficient time for a wide swath of park land to be clear cut with a petroleum pipeline installed beneath the clear cut swath.

In the picture you are looking at a Nature Overlook located at the west end of the River Legacy Park north parking lot, accessed off Collins Street.

The brickwork at the Nature Overlook has embedded information informing you about the critters you might see as you look out over the Nature Overlook.

See that unnatural looking white stick sticking up in the natural area you look at from the Nature Overlook?

Below is a closeup look at that unnatural looking white stick.


Yes, you guessed correctly, the aforementioned wide swath of clear cut parkland cuts right through the natural area viewed from the Nature Overlook.

River Legacy Park, over the years, has fussed over kids making unauthorized BMX bike trails at one specific location in the park.

I imagine a really humongous fuss must have been made over this clear cut through the River Legacy Park natural area. It seems a bit more destructive of park land than some kid's BMX bike trails.

The Seattle Seahawks Lost Hours Before I Cancelled My Pre-Super Bowl Party

In the screencap you are looking at an updated Seattle Post-Intelligencer, updated with the news that the Seattle Seahawks are not going to be in this year's Super Bowl.

I only managed to watch about the last minute and a half of today's game.

My favorite football fanatics, Sampson & Delilah, neglected to tell me that today's game started way earlier than last week's game, leaving me with the erroneous notion that today's game was going to start at 3:30, just like last week's game.

With me not knowing there was a football game to watch, I took off to River Legacy Park, near as I can tell, about the time the game was starting.  Had I known I could have had the DVR record it.

I did not get back to my abode til around 2, made lunch, turned on the TV. Watched part of a movie. Then went to set the DVR to record what I thought was a football game starting at 3:30. I could not find the football I was looking for.

And then I saw the game, already being played. Almost over. With Seattle behind, 26 to 20.

Then with about a half a minute to go, Seattle scored a touchdown, that seemed to stir some controversy. After the controversy was settled, Seattle scored an extra point, going ahead by one.

Then, Atlanta thew the ball a couple times and then scored a field goal and the lead. With a few seconds to go, which seemed to take minutes, Seattle seemed almost about to maybe score again. But that did not happen before the end of game buzzer sounded.

Now, what am I to do with the supplies I bought for my pre-Super Bowl Party that is now not going to happen?

Hoping The Seattle Seahawks Beat The Atlanta Falcons Today So They Can Win The Super Bowl

Sampson (on the right) & Delilah
In the picture you are looking at the football fanatic fans known as Sampson & Delilah.

That is Delilah on the left. I like the sound of Sampson & Delilah better than Delilah & Sampson, which really has no ring to it.

You might have guessed that Sampson & Delilah were football fanatics, without me telling you that, due to the Seattle Seahawk logo Sampson & Delilah got tattooed to their right cheeks.

Sampson & Delilah are my go to source for info about the ongoing quest of the Seattle Seahawks to make it to this year's Super Bowl.

However, I somehow got a bit of my Sampson & Delilah info erroneously misconstrued, because I was harboring the misconception that if Seattle beat the Washington Redskins last Sunday, which they did, that Seattle would have to win only one more game, that being today's game playing the Atlanta Falcons, and then it'd be on to the Super Bowl.

But, yesterday, Sampson & Delilah disabused me of my erroneous notion by informing me that Seattle has to win today and then beat one more team before I have to head up to Seattle to be the party coordinator for the annual Sampson & Delilah Super Bowl Party.

I have not been to a Sampson & Delilah party in years, not since some point in time in October or November of 2005. And that party was at the next door neighbors of Sampson & Delilah, not at the S & D abode. It was at that party I learned I was able to throw darts quite accurately, and that something called a Long Island Iced Tea is not the type Iced Tea I was used to drinking in Texas.

Speaking of adult libations, there will be no repeat of last Sunday's Durango cocktails at this week's pre-Super Bowl Party.

The snacking for this week's pre-Super Bowl Party will be Cheese Quesadillas and Shrimp.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

My Search For Fort Worth Stairs To Step Took Me To Oakland Lake Park Today

A couple days ago at Oakland Lake Park I was surprised by how easy it was to run up the steps you see in the picture. I assume step running had become easier due to the increase in my aerobicizing over the past several months.

So, today, with precipitation intermittently precipitating, I decided to return to Oakland Lake Park and get me some aerobic stimulation via stair climbing.

There are three other step climbing options, in addition to the one you see in the picture, all close together, in Oakland Lake Park. I step climbed all 4 today, multiple times, and then I was off to Town Talk where I saw the Tamale Kid, but did not have him asking me if I wanted any of his mama's tamales.

There are not a lot of locations, in this elevation variation challenged  part of the planet, where you find a lot of stair steps taking you to a much higher elevation. I actually can not think of any.

A long time ago, to be precise, August of 2004, I found myself staying in an apartment in Tacoma, overlooking Stadium High School. Stadium High School is so named because of its football stadium, it being a natural football bowl, with a lot of seating. And a lot of steps.

I saw guys making the treacherous climb to break in to Stadium High School's stadium in order to run up and down the steps.

After watching the stadium stair steppers step stairs for several days I decided to give it a try.

It did not take me long to realize I was not in as good a shape as the other guys I saw doing stair stepping.

I remember back when I was a devoted jogger, being in Reno, getting in my jogging exercise by running up the stairs of the Circus Circus tower. I don't remember how many floors Circus Circus had. I do remember the towers are tall.

The buildings in downtown Fort Worth are not very tall. I wonder if there is access to the stairway in any of them?

Friday, January 11, 2013

Snapping Village Creek Turtle Pictures While Basking In The January Sun

Today, it appeared the temporary return of pleasant temperatures had a lot of people communing with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area.

And the Village Creek turtles came out of hiding to enjoy themselves some sun basking.

The Village Creek turtles are way more skittish than the Fosdick Lake or Veterans Park turtles.

By the time I snapped a picture, a lot of the turtles had jumped into the water.

The turtles do not have very many more hours left to enjoy feeling warm. Rain and a return to freezing is on the way to this location on the planet.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Contemplating Throwing Fubbo The Hut Off Fosdick Falls With Grandpa Gar Going Bang Bang Boom Boom

Fosdick Falls in Oakland Lake Park
I was not too surprised today to see that the deluge of the past couple days has Fosdick Lake's Fosdick Creek roaring over Fosdick Falls in Oakland Lake Park.

The volume of water falling was not quite sufficient to make the earth tremble, but is was sufficient to make a good strong water falling noise.

Shorts and a t-shirt were not quite sufficient outer wear coverage today. The temperature was, allegedly, in the mid 50s. But, a strong wind, and clouds blocking the sun, made for some chilly outdoor aerobicizing.

Changing the subject from chilly Fosdick Falls to Fubbo the Hut.

I am feeling real bad about Fubbo the Hut. Well, not exactly bad about Fubbo, but bad about what Fubbo is doing to yet one more innocent victim of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, neurotic wrath.

Fubbo is claiming that Tacoma's Connie D has somehow betrayed Fubbo by somehow helping me do something imaginary to Fubbo the Hut.

I have referenced a time, or two, an entity I refer to as my "Tacoma Informant."

Well, this is actually more than one person. And they are not really informants. It's more a thing where I will get asked something, for instance, "Do you know what Fubbo did to Jon Bob?" I then will ask one of my Tacoma Informants who the hell Jon Bob is and if they know what Fubbo did to them.

I believe Fubbo the Hut is convinced Connie D is my Tacoma Informant and the blog commenter who calls herself  "Tacoma Girl."

Fubbo the Hut is making up all sorts of twisted lies regarding this, and is insinuating that she feels in danger, scared of what Connie D and me are going to do to her.

This is all quite unsettling.

And totally horrible to be doing to Connie D, who has never talked to me about Fubbo the Hut. Connie D Facebook friended me years ago, which I assume is the source of Fubbo the Hut's paranoia.

As for my "Tacoma Informants". None of those, who I refer to as such, actually lives in Tacoma. One is in Puyallup, one is in Seattle, with another one in Snohomish.

Changing the subject from the sick subject of Fubbo the Hut to something more normal.

I learned today that Gar the Texan is getting married, yet again. I assume that this time the wife will be able to speak English. I really think being able to communicate would be useful if one wants to be married to someone.

It is not all that much of a surprise to learn that Gar the Texan is getting married again. I have lost track of what number this will be. Wife #4? Or is it #5?

The surprising news, from Gar the Texan, that I learned today, is that he is about to become a Grandpa.

How can Gar the Texan be old enough to be a Grandpa?

Maybe Gar the Texan is just being tricky, leaving out a detail or two. Like maybe the new wife has a Grandkid, which would make Gar the Texan a step-Grandpa, upon marrying the new wife.

And on one more Gar the Texan note, before I shut up, a couple weeks ago Gar blogged about Seeing Red, which had to do with his fixation on redheads. The blogging included the video you see below, Beth Hart singing Bang Bang Boom Boom. This song has become, for me, what I believe is called an Earworm. Meaning I can't get Bang Bang Boom Boom out of my head. It's very addictive...



UPDATE: I forgot to mention that Tacoma's Connie D is not the same as the Texas Connie D. These are totally different people, who have the same first name and last names which start with the same letter, that being "D".

My Neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Red Boxcar Mystery

This morning I walked to Albertsons to get this week's Fort Worth Weekly.

On the way to Albertsons I walked by my neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad Site.

In the past month or two there have been some additions added to my neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad Site.

A week or two after I'd blogged about the lack of any fencing around this particular gas installation, fencing showed up. Then a few trees were planted around the perimeter.

In the past week or two a couple house trailers showed up. Along with the red boxcar-like structure you see in the center of the picture.

When the sun goes down really bright lights light up the area of the red boxcar. You can see the bright lights to the left of the red boxcar.

At night you can see what looks like exhaust smoke coming out of the red boxcar.

Can anyone enlighten me as to what is going on with that red boxcar? And why it requires workers to move in to house trailers to monitor whatever it is that is needing monitoring?

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Another Day Of Non-Stop Rain In North Texas Blissful In A Soft Cotton Comfort Cloud

I'd almost forgotten what a stereotypical winter day is like in Western Washington.

My current location in North Texas has reminded me of what non-stop rain is like. I think we are approaching 24 hours of rain,  with no end of the dripping in sight.

I gleaned the "Rain expected to continue throughout the day" blurb from this morning's Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

I woke up this morning thinking my month plus bout of ailing with minor flu-like symptoms had abated, almost totally. Since then the abatement seems to have somewhat lessened.

I had myself the best night's sleep in I don't know how long last night.

On New Year's Eve my bed suffered a major malfunction which resulted in it turning very uncomfortably lumpy in way too many spots.

So, yesterday I got myself a new bed.

The new bed is like being held in a soft cotton cloud of blissful comfort.

The constant pitter patter of raindrops hitting my window and the occasional rumble of distant thunder added to the peacefulness of my slumber chamber.

I'm thinking if I start getting a more reliable good night's sleep I might find myself being less grumpy. I can only hope.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Time Heals All Wounds & Wounds All Heels Including Fubbo The Hut

The past couple days I've heard from a couple of my Tacoma Informants, telling me that Fubbo the Hut is back ranting crazy stuff again, crazy stuff that makes absolutely no sense.

Apparently the crazy ranting is taking place on Facebook again.

Fubbo the Hut erroneously thinks she has me blocked from viewing her Facebook ranting.

I don't think I am going to look at it this time. It just sort of makes me sad. And then I feel motivated to do some copying, pasting and cropping, followed by a blogging making fun of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, pathological, creepy lying.

It is sort of like shooting a real fat fish in a really small barrel. Not fair game.

The thing is, time really does heal all wounds, and wound all heels. Fubbo the Hut is a wounded heel. A fat wounded heel with a serious criminal record. And a reputation that can be summed up by the fact that people are warned not to leave a purse unattended in a room where Fubbo the Hut is in attendance.

Apparently Children Are Witnessing Rattlesnake Beheadings In Sweetwater Texas

Yesterday I blogged about Leo informing me that I had a big rattlesnake surprise waiting for me.

This morning I got another email from Leo. I don't know if this is the promised surprise.

Leo's email included an attached PDF file.

Leo seems to be very upset about the Sweetwater rattlesnake reptilicide. The message in Leo's email appears to have been written by someone other than Leo. I left the misspellings intact.

Below is the text in Leo's email, followed by the PDF.....

Rattlesnake Roundup

Dear Sirs,

We are sending this letter to as many US. government officals and staff as we can, in order to expose the cruellest and most savage animal spectacle on the planet.

The Rattlesnake Roundup includes, amongst other things, children being encouraged to witness Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes being beheaded or skinned alive, for a very damming report please click onto the lower link (in the event of this article being pulled, please see attached).  Scroll down and you will read about girl scouts cajoled into selling tickets on the gates and even the National Parks' authorities, those who should be their protectorates, siding with the killers, and they will even assist to supply the snakes, letters received confirms this.

The entire show is the ultimate in man's depravity against another creature and we have here a situation where an entire town is in on it; municipal authorities, local businesses, shops, hotels, restaurants and the media right up to Animal Planet TV.  Every sorry last one of them sponsoring, supporting and glorifying one the most sordid of events anywhere.

There's not a life-form on God's Earth that deserves this degree of contempt, cruelty and humiliation.  Please view the two links below and you will read about the obscenities that I'm talking about.

There is only one outcome that would bring any justice at all, and that would be an outright ban on all Rattlesnake Roundups as well as full protection for them as species.  Please do anything you can to make this happen; take this letter into the senate, forwar d it on to anyone you think might be interested and let's give these snakes a voice the likes of which they've never had before.

Thank you.
Robert Piller

And now the PDF....

Sweetwater rattler roundup corrals fun by the gross
By Colin McDonald


SWEETWATER — The snake was beheaded, gutted and skinned Saturday morning. But that afternoon its quarter-sized heart was still beating as it lay atop a folding table at the 54th annual Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup.

For 13-year-old Alexander Kirk, it was about as good as a birthday party could get. “At first it felt soft like a lump of Jell-O,” he said of the heart on display at the snake-skinning demonstration booth. “Then it got hard.”

With more than 1,200 pounds of western diamondbacks to be milked, skinned and gutted, there was not a dull moment for Kirk or the thousands of others who came to the event at the Nolan County Coliseum.

Wearing boots and snake chaps with the cuffs sealed to their ankles with fluorescent duct tape, the sponsoring Sweetwater Jaycees shuffled through the piles of slithering snakes in the pits as crowds watched.

They used hooked rods to lift up the largest snakes to show them off before the animals were taken to the milking station and then to be skinned.

“The people who live around here don't like snakes,” explained Roy Johnson, a game warden for the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department. This year's roundup, which draws snakes collected from across West Texas, was not nearly as productive as years past. The record was set in 1982, with 17,986 pounds collected.

But after a yearlong drought and the worst fire season on record, there were simply not as many snakes to gather, Johnson said.

Texas does not keep records of what impact roundups have on snake populations. And there is controversy over how the snakes are collected.

Johnson and others at the roundup said the most effective way to collect snakes is to gas them out of their burrows. The gas is usually the fumes of unleaded gasoline pumped through a sprayer.

“It's not the gas, it's just the smell of it,” said Mike Glass, a senior member of the Jaycees. “Actually shooting gas down in there is a big no-no.”

The problem is snakes are very sensitive to even a small exposure to gas as a liquid, and too much can kill them in their dens. The snakes that do come out often die soon after. TPWD is considering a rule to ban gassing.

“If the snake is gassed, it no longer acts like a snake,” said Ken Darnell, who has purchased the snake venom from the roundup for the past 15 years.

The venom is frozen and used to make antivenin and for medical research. A good snake can earn the Jaycees $5 to $10 worth of venom.

Darnell does not like gassing because it shortens the life of the snakes, he said. But as all the snakes at the roundup are milked just once before being butchered for their skin and meat, that does not really matter. And if there was no gassing, the roundup would not have enough snakes, Glass said.

For Sweetwater, that would be tragic, said 16-year-old Kayla Chowning, who was crowned Miss Snake Charmer on Thursday night.

“It's a big deal,” she said of the festival, which also includes a carnival and rides. “It brings business to town.”

The money raised by the weekend event — $40,000 to $50,000 — goes to local charities and scholarships, organizers say.

For those who don't have regular exposure to rattlesnakes, it's also a chance to realize that your natural instinct to just leave snakes alone is best.

“You've got to respect them,” Johnson said. “If you don't, they will get you.”

For Mary Lee Boyer from Pennsylvania, who came to the show with her husband despite her fear of snakes, that lesson was obvious.

“Y'all are weird down here in Texas no matter what,” she said. “Normal people are back home. We don't play with things that are dangerous.”

Monday, January 7, 2013

New Tires On The Summit Of Mount Tandy Talking About Crime Punishment & Karma

In the noon time frame my primary motorized vehicular transport was being operated on, getting new tires installed.

So, instead of driving somewhere to get myself some salubrious aerobic stimulation, I walked around my neighborhood.

After a few minutes of walking I got a phone call where I eventually found myself having an interesting conversation about crime and punishment and karma.

A half hour or so into this conversation, about crime and punishment and karma, Miss Puerto suddenly came out of a door and began walking beside me, listening, eventually having trouble not laughing due to the things she was hearing me say.

My primary motorized vehicular transport was returned to me, with new tires, around 3 this afternoon. I then took off around 4 and headed to the summit of Mount Tandy.

I have not been on the Tandy Hills for weeks. I was pleased to find the hills were totally dried out from the dousing they got on Christmas.

As you can see, via the picture above, looking west across the Tandy Wagon Trail as heads towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, the clouds have already moved in in preparation for the next two days of predicted thunderstorming and heavy rain.

I have all my hatches battened down in anticipation of some heavy duty storming, both figuratively and literally.

Apparently I Have A Big Rattlesnake Surprise Waiting For Me

I have mentioned previously that I am getting emails regarding the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup with the subject line being 'THE SNAKES WILL HAVE THEIR DAY."

A new version of these emails showed up this morning.

From Leo.

With the message sounding like some sort of threat, saying...

"You've got a big surprise waiting for you."

My Eyes on Texas website's webpage about my one and only visit to the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Roundup still Googles in the #1 spot, thus causing, I fear, easily confused sorts to think I am somehow associated with the Roundup.

What is the big surprise that is waiting for me I can't help but wonder?

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Sunday Prayers With The Village Creek Armadillos Getting Ready For Some Football

The armadillo population that inhabits the Village Creek Natural Historical Area was very busy today.

I think they may have been in a feeding frenzy due to the return of a semi-pleasant temperature.

As in, currently, it is only 4 degrees shy of 60 degrees at my location on the planet.

I think the armadillo in the picture knew it is Sunday today, hence the praying pose.

Has anyone ever turned an armadillo into a pet I was wondering today? The cute little critters sure catch the attention of those walking by them.

Today was the most pleasant walk I've enjoyed this year. And for weeks before this new year arrived. Walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek zone is pretty much my favorite place to walk. It is always so extremely peaceful.

The pre-Super Bowl with the Seattle Seahawks and Washington Redskins is getting ready to start up in about a half an hour.

My pre-Super Bowl lunch was a light one, oven toasted ham and cheese on thick flatbread.

The pre-Super Bowl Party, snack-wise, will be pizza and chicken.

My most experienced mixmaster is supposed to arrive soon and is claiming she will be bringing the ingredients to make the infamous Durango Cocktail. With Amaretto subbing for the apparently hard to find Orgeat Almond Syrup.

I hear a doorbell ringing. I suspect this indicates I need to open a door. I'll talk to you later...

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Perplexed By Gateway Park Green Grass Before Getting Lunch From The Tamale Kid

On my way to Town Talk today I stopped at Gateway Park to get in some salubrious walking on the extremely pleasant first Saturday of the new year of 2013.

Quite a difference from the last Saturday of 2012. Last week I shivered whilst taking a short fast walk around the ball fields before retreating from the elements.

Due to the recent bout of freezing most green has left the natural world. This made the ultra green play fields of Gateway Park stand out in stark contrast.

When I saw the glaring green I walked closer. It looked like grass. I saw blades. I saw what looked like dirt. How are they keeping this grass so green, I wondered?

Then I came upon the sign you see in the picture.

First off the NOTICE caught my eye. With the notice informing that "FIELDS WILL BE CLOSED WHEN FIELD SURFACE TEMPERATURE REACHES 125".

125 is quite HOT. Death Valley type HOT.

And then the sign said, "Welcome to Gateway Park multipurpose synthetic turf fields."

So, I now knew why the grass was so green. Because it is not grass. It is plastic.

After solving the mystery of the green grass it was on to Town Talk, hoping to find the Tamale Kid.

Driving on to the Town Talk parking lot I saw no Tamale Kid.

So, I did my Town Talk treasure hunting. Exiting I saw the Tamale Kid sitting on a picnic table. I pushed my cart over to him and asked if he was selling tamales today.

"Si, senor", said he.

"Chicken or beef, 6 for 5 dollars," said the Tamale Kid.

I gave him 5 dollars and followed him to a white car where he popped open the trunk and took out a foil wrapped package of tamales from a cooler. Well, in this case, it was a heater. The tamales were warm and ready to eat.

And so my lunch plan for today changed. So, I'm making rice with Carne Asada, refried beans with cilantro and tamales from the Tamale Kid.

I was going to make Mexican food for tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl Party. I think I may now revert back to the pizza plan.

This Morning I Have Self Diagnosed The Flu As Being My Current Ailment

I read this morning that this flu season's flu epidemic has come on earlier and stronger than is the norm.

Of late every time I talk to my mom I get asked if I've gotten a flu shot yet.

The answer to that question remains, currently, no.

But, this morning, reading about the flu symptoms, I am thinking that it is Influenza which I have been dealing with for the past 20 days or so. All the symptoms match.

Only the version of the flu I have been experiencing is very mild.

I think maybe I have some sort of immunity to the flu which may lessen the severity of a fresh flu virus invasion.

Way back in the 1990s I had the worst case of the flu I have ever experienced. Sickest I have ever been. My skin turned a greenish gray color. I had the shakes, a bad fever, my ears were plugged, I had trouble breathing,  I could not eat, had trouble sleeping.

A living hell.

Then came a Friday morning, after being miserable for I don't know how many days, I woke up and found myself totally symptom free, feeling totally normal.

And really really hungry.

To deal with that hunger I drove up to Bellingham, to the Dickinson's Buffet, because I had an overwhelming craving for their macaroni and cheese and fried chicken.

Currently I know of several people in the D/FW zone who are being made miserable by flu-like symptoms, including Miss Puerto Rico, Elsie Hotpepper, Delores Del Rio and Miss Connie. I may be forgetting a few due to the brain befuddlement that accompanies this ailment.

Friday, January 4, 2013

The Washington Redskins Won Their Division So Now They Have To Play The Seattle Seahawks

UPDATE: I was erroneous regarding the start time of tomorrow's Seattle Seahawk pre-Super Bowl game. Like I've already admitted, I get befuddled calculating time zone differences. The correct time is tomorrow's pre-Super Bowl game starts at 1:30 pm Pacific Time. Central Time is 2 hours later than that, not two hours earlier, so the game will come on in my zone at 3:30 pm.

Earlier today I was confused on Facebook by Football Fanatic, Miss Chris, who caused me to think that the Seattle Seahawks were playing a playoff game today. I think it was something about wearing blue today, to show support for the Seahawks, that confused me.

It did not take too much effort to find out that it is on Sunday that the Seahawks play a playoff game against the Washington Redskins.

I thought team names like "Redskins" had become totally politically incorrect, particularly, one would think, in the nation's capital. Then again, I think most Native Americans would have zero objection to this being this particular team's name.

I am not much of a fan of watching football on TV. Or in person. I did watch last year's Super Bowl. I don't remember who was playing or who won.

I think the last time I watched the Seattle Seahawks play football was in their very painful to watch, one and only, Super Bowl appearance.

Apparently this year the Seattle Seahawks have a good team and have been winning a lot of games. I've been told the Seahawks are a lean team that moves fast against less lean slower moving teams.

Miss Chris, the Football Fanatic, told me Sunday's playoff game starts at 1:30 Pacific Time. I think that makes it either 10:30 or 11:30 Central Time.

I suspect I will have a Seattle Seahawk playoff party on Sunday. Likely pizza will be involved. And a chicken product.

Are the Arlington, I mean, Dallas Cowboys, also in the playoffs?

If I am understanding what Miss Chris, the Football Fanatic, has told me, if the Seahawks win on Sunday, they then have to win one more playoff game and then they will be making their 2nd Super Bowl appearance.

If the Dallas Cowboys are in the playoffs are they in a different league than the Seahawks, thus making there be a chance that Dallas would play Seattle in the Super Bowl?

That'd be cool.

I'd be really torn as to which team I'd be rooting for. The Dallas Cowboys or America's New Team.....

I Saw No Bubo Virginianus In Oakland Lake Park Today While Fosdick Creek Was Flooding

Muddy Flooding Fosdick Creek
Something somewhere in Fort Worth is leaking a lot of muddy water into Fosdick Creek, flooding into Fosdick Lake in Oakland Lake Park.

Walking around Fosdick Lake today was a lot less chilly than the frigid walk around Fosdick Lake a couple days ago.

My Arizona sister walked with me today. Eventually our little brother and sister-in-law joined us.

I woke up this morning before 4 and was unable to get back to sleep. My sister also woke up before 4 this morning and was unable to get back to sleep.

Soon after my little brother and sister-in-law arrived my sister quit walking with me so they could drive to Sun Lakes to pick up my mom and dad so they could all drive south to Maricopa to go out to lunch in a trendy Maricopa restaurant called McDonald's.

I was in that Maricopa McDonald's in March, last year.  I had a Fish Sandwich. It was delicious.

Yesterday I mentioned seeing a big bird at the Village Creek Blue Bayou. This morning noted local Ornithologist, CatsPaw, informed me that the bird that turned its back on me was a Bubo Virginianus, also known as a Great Horned Owl.

I saw no Bubo Virginianus in Oakland Lake Park today. But, I did see a lot of ducks quacking on Fosdick Lake.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut On Facebook

Last month, I blogged about my ongoing problem with the stalking weirdness of the criminal sociopath known as Fubbo the Hut, in a blogging titled The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut.

At the end of the blogging I wrote..."Well, that ends this amusing blogging about Fubbo the Hut. I'll be sure and share any incoming Fubbo the Hut lunacy should it occur....."

Well, a couple days ago I got a call telling me I should check out Fubbo the Hut's latest lunacy on Facebook.

Let us review a little history. Way back in August of 2008, when I realized that Fubbo the Hut was no longer anyone I wanted to have anything to do with, I was quite perplexed trying to figure out what in the world I'd been dealing with.

And how to be totally rid of it.

Over the course of multiple bloggings I sorted it out to my satisfaction, that being that this person exhibited classic Only Child Syndrome behaviors, exhibited Histrionic Narcissistic behaviors, was a Sociopath, Prescription Medication Addict and a Pathological Liar.

After I opined my explanation for the Fubbo behaviors I'd experienced, in the time since then, I have read Fubbo the Hut assign to me most of the syndromes I associated with her, except for claiming me to be a Prescription Medication Addict  Pathological Liar or a sufferer from Only Child Syndrome.

It seems that me accurately identifying Fubbo the Hut as a Sociopath hit home the hardest. I believe she's been diagnosed as such by psychiatrists who examined her during the course of Fubbo the Hut being prosecuted for her crimes. And, so, of course, Fubbo the Hut now opines in any venue she can, that I am a Sociopath. Which is sort of ironically amusing, what with me suffering with a highly evolved Empathy Complex, which is about dead opposite of being a Sociopath.

In my blogging about the lingering creepy weirdness of Fubbo the Hut I was motivated to have fun making fun of Fubbo, once again, due to, once again, Fubbo making a rude comment on my blog.

Fubbo's rude comments on my blog and other blogs have been chronic.

In Fubbo the Hut's Facebook rant she claims she removed her blog because I was using the material on that blog to humiliate her.

Well.

Who put that humiliating material there?

That causes the humiliation?

If you read the blogging about this you will see I was getting emails asking about oddball things Fubbo was claiming on her blog that defied believability. I was not extracting humiliating material from her now dead blog. It was being emailed to me.

In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she "tried every means, to get me to stop."

Every means? What would those be?

To get me to stop what? To stop me telling the truth about her?

In Fubbo's Facebook rant she claims she realized I will never give up?

Give up what?

Give up being disgusted at her being such a disgusting human being?

I think I've already mentioned that Fubbo got struck with the dumbstick, so I'll try and clearly make it real clear for her. Fubbo, if you don't want me reacting to you, simply knock off the blog comments, the emails and the telling of lies about me. See how simple that is?

Then go on with your fabulous life. Do you think you can manage this? Learning how to say "I am sorry, I behaved badly" might also reap benefits for you. But you're a Sociopath, so that avenue is not really available to you...

A Chilly Walk With The Ghosts & Hawks Who Haunt The Village Creek Natural Historical Area

The air was nearly 40 degrees warm when I went walking with the Indian Ghosts who haunt the Village Creek Natural Historical Area today in Arlington.

As you can see via the reflection in the big round mirror it is a bright, blue sky day, so far, today in North Texas. You can also see, via my reflection in the big round mirror, that I am bundled up in layers of outerwear.

What you can not see, via the big round mirror, is that I finally located my previously missing thermal underwear. What a relief.

Speaking of the murdered Indians whose ghosts haunt the Village Creek zone, I got a couple related blog comments on the first day of the new year.

But, the comments were not to a blogging about Village Creek, they were comments to a blogging from way back in January of 2012 about Walking With The Spirit Of Quanah Parker & Other People Before Being Hypnotized By Naked Pecan Tree Limbs.

Someone named Anonymous objected to my Comanche sympathies, saying....

Village Creek Trail
In response I tell anyone here in Texas that has complaints, the means that brought you in will take you out- whether highway, train, or plane. My family has been here since 1832, and Texans whose families have been here for generations feel that they are Texans first, then Americans. We love our state and feel a loyalty to it that seems to be hard for outsiders to understand.

Anonymous is expressing a very unique sentiment I don't know that I've heard before.

Then someone named Dashiell777 said....

I am related to Silas Bates, the Brave Father that fought the Comanches an Titos when they came to Fort Parker under a flag of truce while the men were working in the fields. Study history deeper than face value, It's not black an white.

Following the above two comments were the two pro-Comanche comments that showed up on New Year's Day...

Since the early 1800s?? That's funny to feel that it's your land?? It never was! It belonged to the Redman, that had been there long before your family settled.

And...

Your right it's not black and white, however, the Comanche was also forced off their land by invading white folk like your kin.

Changing the subject from Anonymous comments back to Village Creek.

Today I saw something in a tree at the northern edge of the Village Creek Blue Bayou that I'd not seen at this location before.

A big bird of the hawk or owl variety.

The big bird turned its back on me when I aimed my camera at it.

Miss GG has been taking really good bird photos from her perch high above the Trinity River in downtown Fort Worth. I don't think my photographic skills or camera quality are anywhere near the Miss GG level.

Blog Post #5,000 With Snow In The Forecast For North Texas

I was shocked, shocked I tell you, seconds ago, when I saw that this blog post I am currently typing is blog post #5,000.

Five thousand.

That is a lot of weather reports.

A weather report being the subject of blog post #5,000, seems like the right thing to do.

As you can see, the National Weather Service has issued a Alert.....

SPECIAL WEATHER STATEMENT
Now - Thursday, Jan 3, 3:00pm

...WINTER WEATHER OUTLOOK FOR LATE TONIGHT THROUGH FRIDAY MORNING...
A STORM SYSTEM WILL ORGANIZE ACROSS NEW MEXICO AND WEST TEXAS LATER TODAY INTO TONIGHT...BEFORE LIFTING NORTHEAST ACROSS OKLAHOMA AND KANSAS DURING THE DAY ON FRIDAY. MEANWHILE...A COLD POLAR AIRMASS WILL REMAIN IN PLACE ACROSS NORTH TEXAS AS THE STORM SYSTEMS LIFTS NORTHEAST. CURRENT ATMOSPHERIC PROFILES INDICATE LOW LEVELS OF THE ATMOSPHERE WILL BE DRY AND COLD INITIALLY WITH TIME NEEDED TO SATURATED THE ATMOSPHERIC COLUMN FOR WINTER PRECIPITATION TO OCCUR. SATURATION OF THE COLUMN IS EXPECTED TO ENHANCE OVERNIGHT TONIGHT AS THE SYSTEM AND LIFT APPROACHES THE AREA FROM THE WEST. LIGHT SNOW DEVELOPING ACROSS WEST-CENTRAL TEXAS WILL SPREAD INTO FAR WESTERN PARTS OF NORTH TEXAS AFTER MIDNIGHT. VERY LIGHT SNOW OR SLEET...OR EVEN FLURRIES MAY OCCUR AS FAR EAST AS INTERSTATE 35 BY SUNRISE FRIDAY MORNING...THOUGH THE LOWER LEVELS OF THE ATMOSPHERE ARE EXPECTED TO REMAIN DRIER THE FURTHER EAST YOU GO ACROSS NORTH TEXAS.

MANY UNCERTAINTIES EXIST AMONGST FORECAST MODELS REGARDING STORM TRACK...LOW LEVEL MOISTURE AVAILABILITY...AND WHERE THE BEST LIGHT SLEET OR SNOW ACCUMULATIONS WILL OCCUR EARLY FRIDAY MORNING. THERE WILL BE A VERY TIGHT GRADIENT BETWEEN LOCATIONS THAT RECEIVE LOWER AMOUNTS AND THOSE THAT RECEIVE A DUSTING OR EVEN JUST A FEW FLURRIES OR PELLETS OF SLEET. AREAS WITH TERRAIN ACROSS WESTERN NORTH TEXAS COULD BECOME IMPACTED AND ICY BY SUNRISE FRIDAY WITH ANY LIGHT ACCUMULATIONS OF SNOW OR SLEET.

BOTTOM LINE...THE BEST CHANCES FOR LIGHT ACCUMULATIONS OF SLEET OR SNOW WILL BE SOUTHWEST OF A BRECKENRIDGE TO TEMPLE LINE ON FRIDAY MORNING...WITH JUST A DUSTING TO A FEW FLURRIES POSSIBLE FURTHER TO THE NORTH AND EAST. TEMPERATURES ARE EXPECTED TO WARM INTO THE 40S FRIDAY AFTERNOON WITH PRECIPITATION EITHER MIXING OR CHANGING OVER TO ALL RAIN. PLEASE CONTINUE TO MONITOR THE LATEST FORECAST UPDATES THROUGH TONIGHT REGARDING THE POTENTIAL FOR WINTER WEATHER... ESPECIALLY ACROSS WESTERN SECTIONS OF NORTH TEXAS.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Day One Of My New Year's Resolution To Eat Better Exercise More And Cease Being Obese

My primary New Year's Resolution for 2013 is to try and make myself get more exercise, and thus be less of the sloth I was in 2012.

Towards that sloth-less end, today I drove to Oakland Lake Park to walk around Fosdick Lake for the first time in what seems like has been a long time.

The last time I saw Oakland Lake Park the trees still had leaves. Today the trees were totally leaf free.

The temperature was only 2 degrees above freezing when I got myself some much needed salubrious endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation.

Earlier today I drove up to Hurst, for a couple of reasons, one of which was to go to ALDI. Each week the drive through the 820/121 construction zone seems to be more of an adventure than the week before.

Also, earlier today, I learned from Betty Jo Bouvier that the Burlington Belles, including herself, Honey Lulu, Carlotta Camano, Babs Bullock and others are meeting up for lunch tomorrow at an undisclosed location.

I think it is really really rude to mention a lunch party without inviting the person one is mentioning it to. I am almost 100% certain I may have attended this lunch, had I been invited and had I managed to somehow get myself up to Washington by lunchtime tomorrow.

Well, speaking of lunch, I just heard the rice cooker indicate it is done cooking the Jasmine Brown Rice that I am going to smother in a Sweet and Sour Vegetable Ginger Sesame Chicken Peanut concoction.

It is my secondary New Year's Resolution to eat more nutritiously. I am hoping that with better nutrition and more exercise, by the time 2013 ends I will no longer be obese and out of shape. It's a worthy goal.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Hunting For Orgeat Almond Syrup So I Can Make The Durango

I just never know what wonders I am about to behold whenever I log into the wonderment that calls itself Facebook.

This morning, one of the Facebook wonders to behold, came courtesy of Miss Connie, who informed me that an adult libation has been named after me.

The Durango.

The directions that instruct one on how to build oneself The Durango are to be found at a website called Mix That Drink.


Apparently, The Durango is a great adult libation to libate oneself with in the morning. I can not imagine myself having such a concoction in the morning, even with the promise that it gets one going when one needs an extra kick. That's what an extra cup of coffee is for.

The recipe to make yourself The Durango is as follows....

2 ounces Tequila
2 ounces Grapefruit Juice
1/2 ounce Orgeat Almond Syrup or Amaretto
1 teaspoon water
Fill a cocktail shaker halfway with ice cubes. Pour in your ingredients and shake well. Strain the mixture into an old-fashioned glass.

The most old-fashioned glass that I have in my possession is a Mason jar. Does that work?

I Wish I Could Be A Manly Man Whilst Unleashing A Wild Woman Today On The Tandy Hills

Moments ago I opened an urgent email urgently informing me that the 4th Annual Tandy Hills Manly Men Wild Women is scheduled to begin in just a few minutes.

The info in the email....

The rain has ended. 
The hike is on. 
A new year.
A new you.
10 a.m. sharp. Don't be late.
The trails will be muddy in places so bring an extra pair of shoes to wear after the hike.
Details at website.

Get your manly on! 
Unleash your wild woman! 
Don't wimp out!

I am still not totally recovered from being ill with a cold, so I really don't have any option other than to wimp out of doing some chilly, wet hill hiking. That and during last night's New Year's Eve I did way too much getting my manly on whilst unleashing a wild woman.  Or two. Along with pizza. And an adult libation, or two, mixed with medications of various types.

I think last night's revelry did me a world of good. I'm starting this new year of 2013 feeling the best I've felt in weeks.