Warm Muggy Winter’s Morning Coffee Muses

There have been August days in my beloved Blue Ridge Mountains where the high temperature didn’t hit what this February morning in SE Texas is starting out at… and these warmer than ever before hits just keep on rolling right through this crazy winter. Really want to convince congressional Republicans that climate change is real? Just make them stay in Houston Texas for a year.

For a Saturday morning it’s fairly quiet. Traffic over the Mustang Bayou bridge isn’t as loud or as busy as normal. The ceiling fans are almost making more of a roar. There is something about a bluebird’s song that just makes me happy… And I’ve been hearing them more and more… Just not seeing them.

In the continuing saga of our new neighbors… They had wanted to build as far back on their lot as we set on ours… they ran into pipeline proximity issues. So now it looks as though they’ll be building up close to the road. If my history of building in the city is any indication, they might be in their home by Christmas. And the craziest thing was the city was telling him he would need to build a sidewalk across the front of his property. Now at this point the closest sidewalk to here is a good mile away. So this required sidewalk would go from my property line to the city limits. About 400 feet of orphaned sidewalk that if the city ever gets it’s way would be torn up to widen our road into a primary feeder corridor. Gotta love city living.