Cloudy Friday Morning Coffee Muses.
It’s cool this morning. But that’s only because right this minute there is a cloud blocking the sun. The prognosticators are foretelling a high in the eighties again today. They’ve also stuck a chance of rain in their oracle like foretelling.
There’s a train whistle blowing down towards Santa Fe. And our normal morning symphony of birdsong is going strong. It’s always nice to start my mornings drinking coffee and listening to the backyard chorus… then along come the crows and the seagulls to throw a discordant note in the mix.
Wedgwood Blue Skies For My Morning Coffee Muses
Not a single cloud obscured the crystal clarity of the Wedgwood Blue covering the celestial hemisphere above my head this morning. The perfect playground for red-tailed hawks being harassed by a crow just as big as they were.
It’s warm this morning on the porch, sun streaming down, little to no breeze… even the ceiling fans can’t move enough coolish air around to make a difference. There’s a silence that happens out here… The birds will be singing all around… then… nothing, totally quite for a minute… two minutes… you wait, holding your breath… And yes, there’s tweet… And another over there… then the whole symphony is back in full voice. And… you wonder why it stopped.
If this warm transition into spring continues, I’ll be counting the days until the sunrise transitions the house and I’m in shade of a morning. Normally February mornings warmed by the sun are exactly what the Dr. ordered… this year, not so much. Even though the temperature is still in the low sixties, this protected, sun warmed porch has crossed the seventies in the shade… and it’s pushing ninety in the sun… And the red-tails are still talking about that crow.
Cool Rainy Morning Coffee Muses
Light rain is falling… not quite what the prognosticators were foretelling. Yesterday’s troubled weather seems to have roared thru central Texas overnight using up it’s forecast fury before falling on this part of the state. I’m inclined to note that I can’t recall a winter where every cold front I’ve noticed has moved from west to east before. There’s always been a tendency to slant in from the northwest… pretty much parallel to the coast, but this year the fronts drawn on the map are straight up and down… moving from west to east with the rains along the frontal boundary training north as the drift east.
I do keep hearing that roaring train sound they say tornadoes make… but… I think it’s just a busy Monday morning on the railroad. I would not want to be a switchman on a day like today. In and out, up and down on those metal steps, clothes all wet under the rainsuit. At least the radar is showing just generalized light rain and not the orange and red masses that blew across the hill country and San Antonio last night. Actually, this is the kind of weather where you want a sofa or a swing, a blanket and a book… right out here on the porch.
I watched a bit of entertaining “news” yesterday. Chris Wallace had Reince Priebus on his Fox Sunday show. Watching Chris take him to task for the President’s calling the press “enemies of the American people” was eye opening… but watching the reaction of Reince Priebus to being called on the carpet by Fox was hilarious. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the concept. It just wasn’t in his ability to ever think his interview with Wallace wasn’t going to be another Fox fluff piece… Just way to funny. If you can, go find a video and check it out.
But, all joking aside, on this I agree with Mr Wallace, the press, not even the most partisan outlets, are the enemy of the American people. Senator John McCain had it right in his interview on Sunday. Controlling the press is the first step towards a totalitarian regime… And to have someone who’s idolized Vladimir Putin for so long calling the American press untrue and “fake news” all of the time is not only troubling, but, it only works on that small portion of the population that gets it’s news from your approved sources.
Oh well, I think I’ll sit and contemplate my navel like all good hippies and wait for HGTV to contact me and tell me the dream home is mine to sell so I can buy my mountain hideaway and wait for the Trump apocalypse. Enjoy your day…
Warm And Muggy Sunday Morning Coffee Muses.
There’s a lot of moisture floating around in the air this morning.
The temperature is already pushing 70 degrees.
But, there’s a slight breeze blowing… and the ceiling fans are turning.
And the birds are singing in the church of my choice.
This almost wasn’t a coffee muse… seems we had a Mr Coffee malfunction.
Coffee grounds were everywhere this morning when the first pot was made.
But, coffee 2.0 was fine. So here I sit musings in full swing.
The morning overcast is getting heavier, the day is darker now than when I came out.
In the distance, the gray of leafless trees reach to even grayer skies like silhouettes overlaid on each other overlapping, obscuring, fading to the multiple grays of sky…