MIZMARILYN'S MISSIVES

MIZMARILYN'S MISSIVES... THE MANIACAL MUSINGS ON THE MEANDERINGS, MISADVENTURES, AND MISHAPS OF A MISGUIDED MISCREANT...

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

i Think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a ... a... ACHOO!


A picture of my Mom’s house in a cooler, calmer time... fog, lovely fog, glorious fog.oops.. can’t find it, so here’s her garden room... Not foggy... dang... I'll take pictures when I go to watch them trim the trees...

I’ll get to the title in a minute. It’s hot again here. It’s too hot and dry and the city is on fire yet again. It amazes me how many times it can burn and yet burn again the following year... Smarter heads than mine kept the fireguys sitting around after the last fires so that they would be ready just in case. T’was a clever idea... It’s after 9 and it’s about 80 or more in this house.... Beam me up Scottie...

This morning, in spite of the heat, I went up to my Mom’s house to meet with the tree trimmer leader. There are huge trees around her house, and they need to be trimmed every year. It’s too hot to think about it, much less think about the poor guys who have to actually DO it... that comes some other time, hopefully soon. Hence the achoo remark, as the dryness has everyone sneezing and sniffling.

But let me delve further into this heat thing. You see, children, (settling back in her rocking chair and drawing the young'un's around her), in Southern California we have this phenomenon called Santa Ana's. Normally, the flow of air is from west to east, making my little beach house a cool and breezy place to live, and pushing all the smoggy, stale air out to San Bernardino, where it lives (Sorry, Collegemom, but you know it's true )... Once in a great while the air flow reverses, and the air comes out of the desert, through the passes east of us where it is superheated by the friction of moving amongst the rocks and things and takes with it all the smog and sh*tuff and throws them into the western part of the city. It hurts to breathe on those days, and it's too hot and too dry. Along with this delightful phenom comes fire danger of the first order, which news broadcasters repeat and repeat in my ear "Don't you know little fool, you never can win... " .. oops.. sorry, that's another repeat repeat thing. ANYWAYS, the news fools keep talking about how dangerous it is for fire until they awaken some stoopid pyro who goes out and proves their case....

I hate the Santa Ana's... and the heat... and the dryness.. and fires... and news broadcasters in general.


I really am going to write more about traveling, but it is too hot to think, as this blog clearly proves.

Maybe in a couple of days.

If there’s anything left around here...

me!

1 Comments:

At 2:49 PM, Blogger collegemom said...

MizM - I sure do know what you mean, those Santa Ana's are nasty, nasty winds. Our whole area pretty much smells like a campfire now.

I wanted to tell you...I just finished looking at all the photos on your web page, and as dumb as it might sound, it made me feel so...nostalgic or something. Pretty goofy feeling over people I've never met in person, huh? Shooter's son, medic, stjulien, rockymtnman, etc. Ah..

 

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