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Rain, et al.

Posted in weather on December 15, 2010 by Nada

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain here. I’ve forgotten what the sun looks like. Okay, it’s better than snow, which a lot of people are getting and in large amounts. Those are the only good words I can say about our rain.

Our house sale is finally driving me nuts. It was a short drive, but still, here I am on the border of coo coo-ville. When did selling a house become so convoluted and difficult? We want to sell. We have a buyer who wants to buy and yet, weeks later, we’re still fiddling and futzing to the point that I want to kick everyone (agents, inspectors) out of the house and scream, “Over my dead body.”

I had a chimney inspector here on Monday (buyer’s workman) who said (and I quote), “I could condemn this whole place.”

My response? “Take your best shot, Buddy.” Instead, he just broke my husband’s extension cord holder and wandered off.



Posted in Oakland, weather on October 18, 2010 by Nada

It rained yesterday here. That’s big news. Rain, like in winter rain, cold and permeating. The house is up for sale, and we had an open house yesterday with a huge turnout. Today is the realtor’s open. I’m baby sitting the dogs and watching people come and go. It’s been a good house. It’s still a good house. I’d just like it to be someone else’s house. I’d like to move across town, actually out of town, into South San Francisco.


Posted in food, Oakland, weather on October 12, 2010 by Nada

It was 95 degrees here today. For some reason, the redwood in the back yard ejected a bushel basket of dead needles into my yard. The dead redwood needles are sharp and pointed and more than once, the Little Dog went gimpy because of a stab in her hind leg paw. The Big Guy raked up the mess when he came home. Me? I’m living on chocolate mint ice cream from Farmer Joe’s. It’ll be that way until the heat wave passes.


Posted in Dimond District, Oakland, weather on August 25, 2010 by Nada

Just happened. It was a “boomer,” meaning there was a loud boom akin to someone dropping a firecracker in the sewer. The house took a small hop in the air. Fortunately, it was only a hop and not the hop, skip, jump, fall into the street. 2.2. Mild. I’ve noticed these boomers sometimes show up when we’ve had a long cool spell followed by an abrupt change in weather to intense heat for a few days. I was a mile from the epicenter. EPICENTER. I think that would be a good name for a grocery.

Boneless Turkey Breast

Posted in food, way back, weather with tags on May 10, 2010 by Nada

It’s rainy and cold. Bah. I don’t think it crawled above 55 degrees today. I wish I had nickel for every time I complained about the weather. I wish I had a nickel for every time I said, “I wish I had a nickel.”

My stepdaughter and her husband are coming into town tomorrow. I’m supposed to be cleaning the house. Am I? No. Why? Because I have a procrastination gene that is not recessive. It’s dominant. I will probably get up at 6am and act like a whirling dervish with a vacuum and a dust rag. I need to paint the front door but I only came to that realization 45 minutes ago, and I have no paint, and it’s raining.

The Big Guy is making a fresh boneless turkey breast stuffed with dates, apricots, and spices along with homemade mashed potatoes for their first dinner. I’m in charge of desert. I’m serving Oreo Cakesters, the chocolate miniature 100 calorie packs. Everyone gets their own little pack. I’m trying to keep the dinner classy.

My cousin called me today to tell me the gate to the family farm in Nashville that got submerged and summarily shorted out will be $3500 to repair, and the insurance in that area is not paying for any flood damage. When I lived on the farm we had an old wire gate where the electronic gate is now. I called it chicken wire, though it wasn’t. The wire squares were too big for chickens. It was a dilapidated old gate, and scraped the ground when we opened or closed it.

We had another one like it where the drive forked to go to our house, and one day my mother was daydreaming as she drove up the driveway and ran over the gate. There was a bunch of slow mo scraping on the hood and undercarriage of the car and a lot of screaming by us kids. Mom kept la la-ing her way on up the driveway smoking her cigarette, pretending like it was the most normal thing in the world to run over a gate. The screaming was so out of hand at one point, Mom leaned over and calmly said, “Shut up.”

Even in Arizona

Posted in Arizona, weather on February 10, 2010 by Nada

AZ writes,
According to the Mourning Dove-o-mometer our weather is cold.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Posted in art, class, Oakland, weather on February 4, 2010 by Nada

It’s rained so much here the road is growing grass. Grass.

I’m not quite sure what to do about it. I guess next time the Big Guy cuts the yard, I’ll ask if he wants to cut the street too. Two weekends ago, we went to see the Big Guy’s old auntie and do some chores around her house. Her roof was growing grass. Grass. She has a shake roof, but still. I could use a few dry days, and I think I’ll put in that request now.

Here’s the volcano I made today.
Go ahead. Call me a braggart. Looks pretty realistic, huh? My friend is taking it to the grammar school kids she teaches and showing them how it’ll blow some jello/Kool-aid/vinegar/baking soda magma down its tiny fake mountainside.