and my cat is not liking this at all, we live in a desert here so he doesn't see this very often. He's at the back door, looking at all the wet and yelling at the rain. Then he turns and yells at me, as if to ask me to turn off the wet. Since that doesn't work, he goes back to yelling at the rain. He desperately wants to go outside, he is a rescue cat who I haven't been able to turn into a stay at home cat, yet.
It is raining here in California,
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They know we're capable of all kinds of magic like operating can openers, so it's no wonder they expect us to somehow produce The Door Into Summer. We got a lot of precipitation too here just over the Sierra, which hopefully raised some lake levels a bit, and thankfully wasn't the kind of wet I have to shovel. It sounds wonderful on our fancy new copper* roof (which also helps us find our house on those satellite photo maps).
~hugs (for you) + ear-skritches (for your kitty), Veronica
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[*It looks like copper, not sure of the exact composition...]
Well shit, I guess it really CAN happen here..,
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The Door Into Summer
A Robert Heinlein quicky inspired by his wife suggesting that their cat was looking for the door into summer.
Apropos of little, I was once on vacation in California (one of LA's numerous suburbs) and the TV reported an earthquake somewhere near the Baltimore-Washington area.
-- Daphne Xu
The Monkees
Heinlein's novel had an affinity for animals apparently. A cat inspired the title and The Monkees took the title for one of their more atmospheric songs. Written by Bill Martin (a friend of Mike Nesmith's from the Sunset Strip club scene) wrote a song that revolved around anti-war sentiments and a desire for a permanent summer of happiness. Hey it was 1967, the "summer of love." Nesmith sang lead on it after Micky Dolenz couldn't quite handle the right "chill" mood of the song. Recorded it in the men's room of the studio in order to add an airy echo to his vocal. One of my favorite Monkees tunes.
Sammy
With his fools gold stacked
With his fools gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market from the war
The children left king Midas there
As they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And he thought he heard the echo of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distint caravan
And the brightly fainted line of circus wagons in the sand…fading through the door into summer.
Could Be a Dirty Copper
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssdsftKZbcc
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
Rain?
Started raining here Saturday afternoon here, by 7pm it had turned into a full blown thunderstorm with thunder and lightning. Sunday it rained all day, just a steady slow rain. Good day for a pot of chili, which I made. Sunday night thunderstorms returned, this time with high gusty winds stripping leaves and small limbs off of trees leaving a mess this morning along with still more light rain.
On my way home from work today the sun was finally trying to poke through the clouds.
We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
My tom cat
will sometimes ask me to open the front door, after visiting the back door, to see if it's raining out there as well. I'm not sure whether I should praise his empiricism or consider him dumber than I originally thought. He isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.
According to the Guardian there was quite a storm approaching California, so I hope everyone there will be safe and it will help alleviate some of the drought you've been suffering and the subsequent fires. It's not actually raining here is dampened Dorset, so I might go and collect my newspaper from the shop (makes sure I get some exercise and actually vacate the computer for half an hour).
Angharad
Maybe it was a Florida cat?
Back when I lived in Florida, I had been working in the kitchen and the sunny glorious day shining in through the windows of the back yard were so inviting I decided a trip to the beach was in order. Gathering everything I opened the front door into a torrential downpour.
I think anyone who has spend any amount of time in Southern Florida and the Keys has probably experienced driving in the rain and suddenly finding a line in the road, on one side its pouring rain, on the other sun shining and dry. But that has to be the only time I ever saw that line drawn across my house.
We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.
"PSA" Don't walk/drive into (moving) water.
As little as six inches of moving water can knock you down, a bit more will move your vehicle ... somewhere.
I used to work for an Emergency Management Agency (USA). The people most likely to die in a flood are guys who drive into water. The second most-likely-to-die group are the women and children in the vehicle with that guy.
Many roads are built with culverts (pipes of varying sizes) to let water flow underneath. A (bad) flood can 'blow out' the culvert and the road is simply gone, leaving a canyon 3 meters deep and 6 across.
If the water is still high - you won't see it.
Well, at least it is not ‘Holly’ Snow?
Holly is for Xmas anyway.
sincerely, but NOT seriously,
an Avid Reader