Posted tagged ‘Winter Weather’

DANGER FOR ME AND THE LILACS

April 6, 2017

 

(Property jeopardy) —

Well, as far as yesterday’s post, “sailors take warning”  – it’s come true.   Rain, hail, snow,   and wind today;  but it’s an odd wind.   The wind is strong and jerky,  gusty,  blustery.    Trees aren’t just swaying,  they’re twisting.   I’m sitting here listening to things fall on my roof.

And trees and tree limbs crashing down . . .  and getting swept away:

I shouldn’t have a rapids in my creek!

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You can walk across it in the summer and not get your ankles wet.   It gets high in the Spring,  but not this high.

The wind is blowing the trees around, and while I sat in my rocking chair this afternoon, right up next to a window, a 25-foot tree came crashing down into the creek.  Within a minute it had been washed downstream, without a trace.

I saw my lilac trees along the creek bank get washed away too –  too quick to grab my camera.

Jeopardy!

I’m losing my property fast today!    The soil between the pond and the creek is getting washed away,  but the biggest danger is  from this giant:

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Starting from the roots which have lost much of their support from the soil around them,  on up and up and up –

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I don’t know,  maybe 150 feet?     Maybe 200 feet?

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Same tree, farther up.   The top part of the tree is twisting in a partial circle when the gusts come, and I get the image of the whole tree just drilling itself loose from the ground.

That tree will crash into my house if it falls!!

(I know.     A tree that tall has a gigantic unseen root structure that spreads out widely and helps to anchor the tree . . . but they do fall.)

I was outside during the snow and rain this morning to rescue some objects from the rising creek and to check to see how much “land” I had left between the creek and the pond.

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The pond is overflowing into the creek, and where the rivulets run, the snow has melted or been carried away.

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The water rose rapidly and began to mingle.    From the looks of it now,  several hours later,   I’ve got even  less muck to walk on between that creek and pond.

I caught a glimpse of our father Duck  in the creek,  but he zipped by too fast downstream so I couldn’t get a  picture of him.

But here’s that  “little” tree getting carried away:

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When I was out there this morning,  I was able to get a lot of  branches out of the pond.  The higher water level in the pond made it easier for the branches to float to the edge where I could  fish them out.

As I worked back there,  I heard something walking through the woods,  probably a deer.  It had to be something heavy because sometimes a very big branch would snap, like being stepped on.  I could even hear footsteps every once in a while,  then a branch or a twig would snap and then . . .  nothing.   For a while.     Then more footsteps.

Great fun when you have a good imagination!  I imagined myself being stalked.   Maybe by a rogue deer,  the dangerous kind, because a rogue has no pregnant doe or harem to protect,  but he still has the urge to stalk around and search for enemies!   (My classes, take note:   a rogue deer is like the young “unattached”  young men hired by  Jephthah and by Abimelech, unpredictable  lone wolves,  needing a leader. )

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I looked for a long time into the woods,  but could only see shadows that didn’t move.

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Nothing.   But the occasional   twigs breaking and footsteps  were still there.

That was fun;   waiting for a tree to crash into my house is not fun.    It wouldn’t be the first time.      I still remember the sound,  the feeling,  the shock of a large tree crashing into the back of our house – and that happened when professionals were taking down a tree on purpose.   (They had underestimated its height.)

I’m not sleeping on that side of the house tonight.

 

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Dear Johnny Cash,   I know what you mean:
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That’s the only thing we got left that’ll float
It’s already over all the wheat and oats,
Two feet high and risin’

How high’s the water, mama?
Three feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s three feet high and risin’

Well, the hives are gone,
I lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin’
In the willow trees
Cow’s in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin’

How high’s the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s four feet high and risin’

Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is coin’, gonna take us to the train
Looks like we’ll be blessed with a little more rain,
Four feet high and risin’

How high’s the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, papa?
She said it’s five feet high and risin’

Well the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can’t come back till the water goes down,
Five feet high and risin’

RANDOM SADNESS IN THE SKY

February 15, 2017

(The Spruce Tunnel . . .  “random thoughts. . .”  as it says on the side panel.   Feeling a little low today.     I’ll have to scrape me up off the floor by the end of this posting.)

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I had a delightful little surprise view of the little lighted  village in my bay window one evening.       The surprise was that the Full Moon joined the scene!

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I love the night sky  (when we have one.)

This time of the year in the Far North the sun itself is pretty “random.”    We’ve been seeing it this week, though.     And with such days come clear, starry nights.   I walked out onto my deck last night and saw that bright and very orange star.

Betelgeuse.

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(Not my photo.   I saw only 1/50 of those stars!)     Betelgeuse in the constellation of Orion was very striking and was being very orange!     So lovely.

Our astronomers did a close-up of it.

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That’s nice,  but seeing it with my eyes had a bigger impact.    Poor thing will only be there for another million or so years, and then it will go nova.    I’m enjoying it while I can.

The next day was a bit sunny and I had an urge to go into The Spruce Tunnel  for a little winter walk.   But two steps outside, onto my front porch, I looked up –  slightly to the south.

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Yikes!

Slightly to the north:

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I’m too old to be breathing in the cadmium,  boron,  barium,  miscellaneous metallic nano-particles,  desiccated red blood cells and other “biololgicals,”    and aluminum –  aluminum!    A neurotoxin, nerve killer,  brain deteriorator.      Immune depressant.  And plant killer.

Back yard?   —

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   ‘Taint clouds.     

You can’t enjoy the good ol’ outdoors every day.     Anymore.

Humans have put a lot of things in the sky – that don’t belong there.

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But we’ll be seeing a lot of these things again, some day,  as they fall back to earth.

How about the other things up there, the natural things.    Every day we are watching lots of these things:

Recent & Upcoming Earth-asteroid encounters:

Asteroid
Date(UT)
Miss Distance
Size
2015 QR3
Feb 12
13.1 LD
31 m
2017 BK32
Feb 12
10.6 LD
26 m
2017 BW
Feb 17
4.6 LD
88 m
2013 WT67
Feb 17
44.2 LD
1.1 km
2017 BY93
Feb 23
2.4 LD
108 m
1992 FE
Feb 24
13.1 LD
275 m
2017 CP1
Feb 24
3.6 LD
53 m
1998 QK56
Feb 24
53 LD
1.2 km
2017 BM123
Feb 27
12.5 LD
81 m
2012 DR32
Mar 2
2.7 LD
52 m
1998 SL36
Mar 16
8.3 LD
390 m
2015 TC25
Mar 26
7.6 LD
6 m

Looks like nothing remarkable today.

 

How about a genuine mystery,  up there in the sky,  but close to the horizon for the camera?

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Someone took a photo of a sunset and of a . . .  another-thing-set.    Two apparent flaming balls, lowering themselves into the horizon,  each showing a reflective reality of their sinking.

Lots of photos out there of the sun’s   “companion.”     But it’s a mystery to me.     I just look up – and watch things.



 

I watched Orion and Betelguese for along time, until –  not that I got cold outside –  but until a deep sadness gently overwhelmed me. Something very terrible and sad happened to me, as a mother,  many years ago during the season when Orion is visible above the horizon here.   I had had enough.

The chemical trails in the sky made me feel sad too.   Long gone are the deep blue noontime skies of my childhood,  with a bright yellow sun,  and the occasional pencil-thin water vapor trails that followed the airplanes across the skies, for a a  minute or so.    I was lucky to grow up next to O’Hare Air Base  (O’Hare Int’l Airport now)  because we saw lots and lots of those contrails.     But that’s not what we’re seeing today.     And I very much miss that deep, deep blue color that made you feel like you were looking out into the beginning of Space.

That space junk doesn’t look healthy either.   It’s look a bit menacing, when you think of what each item is being used for.     I love science fiction movies –  but this is real.

And I sadly hope that I never find out what weird, destructive, cosmic things are coming down on this Earth – and all her people,  who will surely  face judgment some day.

 

Scandinavian . . .  deep winter funk . . .    bleah . . .  that’s my explanation.

 

TIRED OF SNOW?

February 2, 2017

Well,  I’m not!

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This was my back yard a few nights ago.    So pretty.    I had a floodlight set up into the air so I could see the snowfall better.     We got only four inches, though.

Unlike my little grandson in the high Sierras:

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This photo isn’t from his area,  but it very well could be.

A story from a nearby newspaper   . . .   (The San Jose Mercury News –   Do they still use the name San Jose?)  . . .   today discussed the  well over 100% of normal snowfall they’ve received this year.

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Now, “the sky is not falling,”   and no “climate change connection”   and they’ve had higher snowfall amounts in previous years from time to time,  but nevertheless, when you get a big year,  you’ve got to deal with it.   You’ll still find people who are happy with all the new snow for skiing and snowboarding  –  after all,  most of the people up there chose to live there so they could have plenty of snow to play in!     But the news article today said that people are beginning to show signs of “enough is enough”   and “we need a break.”

Normal life has been disrupted.    Schools,  postal delivery,   electricity,  cell towers.      Firefighters have to use  metal detectors to find the fire hydrants!

And what happens when you open your door — and the door is still there!!

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I just keep thinking about their weather forecast for the rest of this week.   About a foot more  by the end of the week;   and another two feet by the end of the weekend.   The comment that followed was that the winter sports snowpack will last into  July.

Great.     Cooper’s Mommy,  my daughter,  has a birthday on the Fourth of July.   This wouldn’t be the first year she’s gone both swimming and snowboarding on her birthday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ICE SCIENCE

January 17, 2017

Doing my errands today . . .

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. . .     doing errands on a solid sheet of ice that used to be my driveway.

Getting back up onto my front porch wasn’t any easier —

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It was only raining today.  It shouldn’t have been this bad.

We didn’t have the major part of that ice storm that crossed the nation during this past week,  but we had an interesting “weather event” just the same.

Our temperatures are pretty warm.  It’s going to be around 40 degrees more or less, for the next few days,   and precipitation will be in the form of rain.    HOWEVER —  our ground is frozen!    The temperature of the soil is less than 32 degrees,  so when rain comes down,  the ground freezes it.

So we’ve had an “ice storm”  at ground level, I guess you could say.    Everything else above two inches is pretty soaked and happy, and our  trees and power lines are just fine.

Cooper, however ––   remember the posts called “Grandson Buried”  and  “Burying Cooper Again” ?       Well, Mother Nature’s taking aim for a third try.   Another 5 to 6 feet of snow by Friday, and probably near 10 feet total at the end of a week.  Their forecast shows heavy snow for the next   eight  days!    I couldn’t drive out to see him if I tried.

How about a Snowplow Train?  –

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By the way,  Cooper lives on “Donner Pass Road,”  if that tells you anything.

Ice Science:

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Not Science Fiction, though.

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These are two photos of one of the science stations on the western edge of Antarctica.   They’re relocating because two huge crevices have opened up and are growing rapidly in length, threatening to cut off these scientists and their labs.

Thousands and thousands of new volcanoes have opened up in that region of the ocean,  warming the waters,  steering the warm water currents into that edge of Antarctica, so the ice shelf is getting unstable.

It’s not “climate change.”    And charging us massive “carbon tax” fees will not stop it. *

According to scientific statistics the area covered by ice down there has increased, year by year, over the past several years.   Antarctica has more ice than before.   However, this western edge is facing strong warm water currents.

Now what is causing the increase in volcanoes, underwater and around the Ring of Fire?

I guess we’d have to turn from Ice Science to Fire Science.

 

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.*   But don’t worry.  If you don’t know much about true science and you think you might be causing planetary changes in weather,    the outgoing Barack Hussein person, in the last three days of his White House occupation,  just gave away  one-half billion of our dollars to the United  Nations  “Climate”  Fund.

Do you know how much more he has already given away?

GRANDSON BURIED

January 5, 2017

  Taming that awful bug now; cutting him down to size.   

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I always say we were given Self-Healing Bodies;  that helps,  that  and keeping to a strict regimen of dozing-sleeping-dozing-sleeping-dozing . . .    (Heh heh — or is that just plain self-indulgence?)

Began to “return to the world” and  listen to the radio today and heard the national weather report.  Little Cooper, my grandson, is back at his home now in the Sierra Nevadas.    THAT Sierra Nevadas.   The one the weather service is giving three to five  FEET of snow to  this week!

I texted his Daddy and told him his weather has made our local news.    He looked out  his front door and sent a photo back.

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That was the first two feet.   More to come later that day.    And then the three-five feet on Friday/Saturday.     They’re talking ten to fifteen feet in some places.   Not surprising, I guess –  they live near Donner Pass . . .    THAT Donner Pass — the documentary they keep showing on the Weather Channel about the ill-fated wagon train party that never made it over Donner Pass one winter.      Twenty-two feet in that snowstorm.      Cooper lives within a couple miles of the Donner Party Memorial.

Their story is actually worth knowing.  It has some elements of general human importance.      I wrote about it a couple years ago, so you can read the story,  here.    

If you read the story,   you’ll see a beautiful lake in the midst of the forest.   Cooper’s house is on that lakeshore.      It’s all grayed out in the above photo, though;   too much snow in the air.

The Donner Party was caught off guard, but Cooper and his family just take all that snow in stride.   They wouldn’t feel  “buried.”     Cooper shovels snow too.    He has a six-year-old size shovel.   But I happen to know that that area has  mountain-blizzard sized  snow plows!     Loud, horrendously screeching metal behemoths that move mountains of snow off the roads.    The sound still gives me chills.

I had been taking care of him for several weeks one winter, and  I was thinking about ending my stay, making the long, long cross-country drive that would take me home — and then they got one of those snowstorms.   In one afternoon, we went from almost no snow cover to three feet of snow, drifting all over the place.

And forget about driving home!

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That was my little blue car,  parked under a car port!     We got more snow that evening and more snow the next day.    For a few panicked moments,  I could almost feel what the Donner Party had begun to experience.     Stuck!  Stranded!  Buried!

“GRANDSON BURIED.”      That’s not what they would say.      They live there and that’s their playground.        “Skiing!!”  is what they would say.

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Here’s Cooper on snowshoes a few years ago.    They  have no problem getting around.

We had a baby snowstorm today:  15 degrees;   40 m.p.h. wind gusts, and, oh,  maybe an inch or two of snow.   More weather like that coming this weekend.

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It was hard to get just the right photo of the clouds of snow swirling around, but the wind took the snow and made pretty patterns in the air.

Well, it’s winter, and we’re in for it for a while  –  all over the Northern Hemisphere.    How about a trip to the German Alps?   Like this  –

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Think how beautiful it all can be!!!

 

Ahhhh. . .   now I have something lovely to think about as I go back to my couch and doze off some more . . . .

 

WINDING DOWN BEFORE CHRISTMAS

December 12, 2016

(A snapshot of Dec. 10;  just keeping a record.)

Yup, we had that snowstorm.     I was buried today.    Not too bad,  I’ve seen worse –

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This area had about 9 inches of snow today.  That photo is my second  round of shoveling the driveway.  Still hadn’t made it out as far as the mailbox.     I knew I’d have to drive out in the late afternoon, so instead of shoveling all at once,  I did it in   “shifts.”     12:40 . . .  2:30 . . .   4:15.

You might recognize that as pre-game,   half-time,  and  post-game  (or rather between the first and second games.

Now I’m home,  I don’t care how much more snow has fallen,  and I’m enjoying the effect of the “frosting”  on my blue deck lights:

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I can NOT get a good picture that shows how soft and beautiful the lights are.   I think I’ll  go to sleep by that window tonight.

Another view with dramatic lights and shadows, but even less of the blue lights.

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I’ll make good use of my insomnia tonight and just enjoy the winter beauty as I “wind down”  from all the things that have stirred me up during the past week or so.     The usual, of course:  holiday cleaning,  decorating,  gift-buying;   good preparation for the last-classes-of-the -year.   I can “wind down” on that too because we’re just going to take up where we left off after we begin  to meet again.   What I didn’t say or didn’t say well I can try again in January.

There was a flurry of party preparations for a while,  our Annual  Christmas-Movie-Pizza party,   but we had a less elaborate party this year.    We voted to have actual pizza this year,  so all we had to do was eat and enjoy.   I was very, very, very nervous about whether or not my guests would like the movie.    I wanted them to very much.

They did.    In fact,  they seemed to enjoy talking about it,  mulling over it,  letting it sink in,  beyond what I had hoped.       I can relax now.

I must have begun minimizing things,  simplifying,  winding down during the party.     I worked hard on creating an album of our past parties – that was fun –  I’d very much recommend keeping a small album of your own special group of friends…  just gather up photos from the past.

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Here’s a Rule of Life I discovered:  The older you get, the more your past experiences mean to you, so be sure to  record good moments for your future reference!!    But even so,   for some odd reason  I didn’t take one picture during this year’s party.      Not one.

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That’s about all I have left….  some sorry-looking punch.     Good friends cleaned up most of the rest.     The leftover glögg  is outside on the deck,  staying cool.      It won’t freeze with all that . . .  you know,  alcohol doesn’t freeze!

So,  this is  “Random Thoughts in the Spruce Tunnel.”     I’m minimizing my Advent activities too.   Most of it is internal, for me, anyway.    And now I have this to think about:     It is Gaudete Sunday.    Letting up from fasting and penance a little, we focus for a  moment on the  Joyful Event that we’re preparing for.

So it’s  Pink,  not Purple:

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Except I had some discordant thoughts today.    My first quick peek at the news this morning revealed several groups of killings:      Kenya,   a chemical gas truck accident killing a couple dozen;  in Turkey,  an explosion killing about three dozen;   in Egypt, an explosion in a church killing a couple dozen or so;   and back to Africa, Nigeria, where a church roof collapsed, killing  160 people.    Several  stabbings,  shootings, and rapes were reported this weekend in Europe,  courtesy of their  “refugee”  guests.

Not a good way to begin Gaudete Sunday.

And not a good way to end it either,  in the late afternoon,   in one of those modernist-awful new-version of the Church churches….    where the new young priest or deacon or whatever  continually mispronounced   the word “gaudete”   (that’s okay, lots of lay people do),  gave the wrong meaning to the word “gaudet”    and where, after making brief reference to  the purple colors used in Advent and Lent, asked us  what the color purple means.

“Preparation,”   he says.    Purple indicates preparation.

Nope.

I don’t mind mistakes,   but what this young man said in the rest of his sermon displayed a shocking lack of education,   understanding, and knowledge of Church doctrine.    One more generation of this . . .  and it won’t even really matter.

I’ll do “purple” in another post soon.   Did you know there was a Purple Revolution going on?    And I’ll do better on Advent things.

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Right now my biorhythms chart shows my Emotional line  (the red one) scraping bottom.

It’s a good time to slow down,   wind down for a while,  without coming to any specific conclusions.     After all, snowstorms are for warm quilts, hot cocoa,  and a good book in front of the fireplace.

Things can only go up from here!

 

8. STEAM KETTLE DAYS – Something Cold and Wicked . . .

November 1, 2016

” . . .   This Way Comes.”

“Something Cold and Wicked This Way Comes.”    Most people know that phrase,  from the Stephen King movie.

But I’m adding “Cold”  because Winter is coming just as  something very wicked is coming along with it.

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Makes me so mad,  because just as people are going to need their furnaces, a matter of life and death around here and in much of our country,  our Rulers have decided to increase the pressure on us by raising our heating bills to unaffordable levels.

It’s a win-win situation for them;  lose-lose for us.

First of all, forget nuclear power plants.   ALL of them are expensive.  ALL of them are leaking radiation into the atmosphere and/or ground water.   Almost all of them are operating past their permitted time of 40 years – but we don’t know what to do with the aging power plants,and even if we did,  we have no idea what to do with the “spent”  fuel rods which are inconceivably dangerous to us.

(Remember what happened in the back areas of Carlsbad Caverns!!)

Humans!      “The gods give us toys that will destroy us.”    (See enenews on the sidebar if you don’t know what’s going on in Fukushima – no, it’s not over…)

The rain on my deck should not be THREE times the acceptable background radiation:

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These readings have gone up over 200 after some rainstorms.

I said “our Rulers have decided to increase the pressure on us”  and one of the ways to get our attention is to drive up the cost of heating and cooling.    When the Barack Hussein person was first put into office by them,  he announced that he would make our utility costs  skyrocket.         Skyrocket beyond affordability!

There!   That ought to make us agree with his plan to shut down coal plants,  prevent us from  using our own  natural gas and oil resrevs,  keeping us dependent upon Arab (Muslim) sources of fuels,    with the added benefit to his Rulers of being able to extend the myth of “global warming.”

The Barack Hussein person got applause for this from his own audience – and kudos of approval from the entertainment-news media.

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Just if you go by facts alone, the actual numbers,  coal mining has successfully implemented rules and regulations to make it a cleaner industry and safe.    Just statistically speaking.

 

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Just if you go by facts alone, the actual numbers,  the nuclear power industry has implemented rules and regulations but has still not achieved safety nor efficiency nor cost- effectiveness.    Just statistically speaking.   Nearly ALL of your power plants have passed their safe age of operation.

 

We have “weather”    here in the Far North.   We have a  “climate.” 

It gets very hot here in our summer months – not for long,  but for long enough.  It’s natural in our summers.  It’s always happened.

One day this summer I was listening to our local news and item # 1  was that on this particularly warm day there were power outages, blackouts and brownouts due to increasing need for air conditioning.   This was unusual, so the news-reader read out the explanation:     So many power plants had been shut down recently by decree,  dictatorial decree,  that the remaining power plants cannot produce enough power that can  be distributed around our state (for cooling or heating) !

Without blinking,  this news reader then went on to read another part of her script:   Our state has received orders  to shut down 30 more power plants in the near future.       And the state government will do so.

We don’t have enough power –  so shut down some more power plants.

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No local input.   No local control.   No citizen input.   No citizen control over our own well-being.

Apparently this is happening in state after state.

Something very cold is coming:  Winter in the Far North.

Something very wicked is approaching:     Global socialism . . .  the control mechanism of our Rulers.

 Election 2016:           Them versus You.

Laws that benefit Americans?   Or Rules that make our Rulers stronger?        This is truly War Against America.   Slowly “transforming” America.     Vote to continue that – or vote to stop it.

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PICK A NUMBER FROM 0 TO 9

January 9, 2015

People who live within a 500-mile radius of me will know what I’m talking about.

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Did you pick your number yet?    5?    3?   7?   1?   0?

Wrong!

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That was the thermometer this morning,  on the deck,  just outside my door.

Our local weatherman hasn’t been too generous with his Fahrenheits lately.   Mostly single digits.   Not unusual here in the Far North.   Kind of interesting, like we’re under siege from Nature.

I’m prepared:

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That is a fire waiting to happen.

And this is some good hot soup, just waiting to happen:

 

SAMSUNGThat’s a package of  oxtails.   The soup turned out rich and meaty, perfect for a winter day.

Hot soup.  A fire in the fireplace.   More time for knitting and reading.

Ahhhhh….  these fleeting days of sub-zero weather!