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Wednesday, May 3

Not Too Warm But Very Muggy Morning Coffee Muses

Not Too Warm But Very Muggy Morning Coffee Muses

There’s a lite rain falling this morning. A nice breeze is keeping it from feeling too muggy and warm. If there is one thing I’ll remember about the past year’s weather, besides the heat, it’ll be the winds. Strong, steady, all encompassing wind. It may not be blowing all of the time, but when it’s blowing it seem to always be blowing.

I hear the frogs calling in the woods. They must be anticipating the coming of the rains. There must be a dozen chickadees flying around trying to work up the courage to land on the feeder. A couple are braver than the rest and ignore me for a chance at sunflower seeds. The cardinals and the blue jays pay me no mind. The hummingbirds and the bluebirds just ignore me no matter how close I am.

The bridge swallows are back doing their aerial ballet above the yard. One of my favorite signs of spring and summer. Back when my kids were younger we had a trampoline out here where the house now sits. Many evenings I would lay out under the open sky watching a dozen or more swallows dipping and twirling in there search for flying insects. I remember sitting out on the deck last summer in Estes Park and watching the same show there.

Just looked at the radar, we are just below a warm front and there’s a cold front up around Dallas. This should be an interesting weather day in the state of Texas. Hopefully, not as interesting as the weekend when a number of tornadoes roared across the northeastern part of the state. Looks like if I want to make an HEB run, I should probably do it early rather than later.

Coffee’s gone, breakfast calls. Catch you on the other side.

Wednesday, April 19

Another Rainy Cool Morning Coffee Muses

Another Rainy Cool Morning Coffee Muses

When I looked out the bathroom window this morning the concrete out front was wet but it wasn’t raining. By the time I got to the back porch the rain had begun to fall again. It has been falling now for half an hour and shows no sign of letting up. When I pulled up the weather radar I could see why. There’s a narrow band of rain that’s training up from the gulf, and we, it seems, are sitting right on the tracks.

Yesterday I saw my first migrant buntings. A couple, male and female couple, of indigo buntings found my backyard feeder. They spent a good deal of time eating as fast as they could. Maybe the cool front later in the week will cause a few more migrants to “fall out”.

Time to call it quits out here, it’s raining hard enough to be raising a mist that’s blowing onto the porch…

Tuesday, April 18

A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses

A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses

The morning is dark and rainy. Rolling thunder began last night about nine and continues the battle as I type. Lake Boyd in our front yard is as big as I’ve ever seen it which means it’s reached capacity and any more rain just runs off.

This morning’s symphony is brought to you by the world famous froggy apocalypse choir. The avian choir of most mornings is in hiding until the rain gods quit the battle raging above the clouds. And the rain just keeps falling…

Finally, some birds are starting to compete with the amphibious roar. And whoever’s beating the drum up in heaven could use some restraint. Lightning flashes in warning of the rolling thunder heading our way… again. And the frogs keep calling for more and more.

My coffee cup is empty and these rainy day muses are not amusing… so adieu.

Wednesday, April 12

A Cool Pacific Northwest Kind Of Morning Coffee Muses

A Cool Pacific Northwest Kind Of Morning Coffee Muses

It’s a strange feeling morning. Kinda magical… Kinda spiritual… Kinda otherworldly. I feel as if I woke up in northwest Washington state… or Ireland. Overcast skies over a cornucopia of green shades and hues, each and everyone crying out to be the focus of my muse this morning. A soft breeze is barely stirring the trees and the day is cool enough that I’ve turned the ceiling fans to low.

I’ve been out for less than twenty minutes, and already three trains have roared by with train horns blowing on three sides at once. The train are loud, but highway traffic sounds are nonexistent. But the birds, singing high, singing low, songs of welcome, songs of joy… even the crows sound a bit more melodious. Ahhh, but the laughing gulls still sound the same…

I’ve been spending a lot of time on WikiTree.com this week. A big part of the time rewriting the profile biographies that are generated from my import of my family tree. In the process I am double checking sources. In the course of doing that I found that I had not managed to search out either of my parents on the 1940 federal census. After manually searching through the Orchard TX listings I did what every genealogist should do… I called my mother and asked her where her family was living in 1940. The answer surprised me. She told me she had lived in Boling until she finished the first grade. So both my mother and my father attended the same school at the same time just separated by 10 or 11 grades. After searching through the Boling area census page by page I found her and her family. They were mis-indexed because the census taker had really bad handwriting. Sewell was indexed as Seml, even Ancestry couldn’t make those match in a search.

After that success, I moved on to New Gulf and paged through till I found J P Boyd and family. Indexed right, but not showing up in searches for some reason… hmmmm.

Email calls, then the news, then climbing the proverbial family tree…