The days have been at least into the 70s, sometimes hitting the 80s. Very pleasant daytime temps…shorts and t-shirt weather, for sure. The first week we were here the evenings cooled down into the low 50s, high 40s…it cooled down enough for the heater, set at 68o, to come on. The last couple of evenings nights haven’ t been as cool; therefore, the heater hasn’t been needed. As is typical, the evenings are cooler than the days, even though the evening temps out here are higher than Michigan daytime temps. I prefer to be inside when the sun disappears behind the trees because, well, for one thing, I’m not a fan of being out in the dark, but also because I’ve been wearing shorts since we got here and my legs feel the chill. The camper retains the heat that builds up throughout the day, making it just right come evening time, keeping my legs warm. I do have jeans with me but they are designated for bike riding purposes only.
Yesterday the temperature got into the 80’s with partial clouds; it was
still very hot, even though the sun was in and out. Last evening, after dark, the sky was socked
in with clouds and the evening air remained warm. It was very cloudy again this morning and the
air was silky warm. Stepped outside to hear the chatter of the hummingbirds.
Didn’t see them but I sure heard ‘em. Then we got a 12-inch rain…the kind where
you get hit with a raindrop every 12 inches, the definition we were given by
Sam Elliott, a.k.a. Dean. It sprinkled intermittently throughout the day…nothing
too obnoxious but enough that putting the ramp down was probably not a good
idea. However, we did get out for a walk
between the raindrops.
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On my return walk, a man was out trying to weed whack his lawn or more
like knee-high weeds. The smell of freshly cut grass overrode the exhaust smell
of his weed whacker. It was a treat for
my nose.
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Listened to History This Week on my walk this morning. It was less than 30 minutes, perfect for a
short walk. This episode was about the sinking
of the USS Indianapolis on July 30, 1945, due to two Japanese torpedo
hits. Of the 1,195 crewmen, only 316
survived. Approximately 300 were killed
when the torpedos hit; the rest of the crew found themselves plunged into the
ocean when the ship sank. Exposure,
thirst, hunger and shark attacks were responsible for the deaths of about 600
more crew members. The sinking of the Indy, as it was called, took place two
weeks before Japan surrendered, effectively ending U.S. involvement in World
War II.
When looking this event up on Google, I came across a site (prologue.blogs.archives.gov/) that showed the
scene in the movie Jaws where professional shark hunter Sam Quint reminisced
about being a survivor of the attack on the USS Indianapolis. Like every other
teenager, I went to see Jaws when it came out in 1975, but I didn’t
remember that scene. I remember other
more gruesome moments from the movie and if I recall right, every time the
music started, my hands went to my face so my eyes could filter everything
through the slits in my fingers. Like
that was going to make any difference. Anyway,
it was interesting to watch that isolated scene today with the podcast as the
back story.
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It was dark by the time we got out of the theater, so the food truck
idea was all dependent on whether Hot Dog Alvarado would still be open. If they weren’t, we had hot dogs at camp, but
no way would they be as tasty. Saw the
lights of the food truck shining as we approached Sunshine Blvd. Yay! “Three
dogs with the works, please!”
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We were treated to some dramatic lightning on the way back from Casa
Grande but it didn’t amount to anything. No rain, no thunder, just a light show.
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No imaging tonight…clouds have ruled the day and now are ruling the
night sky. Sometime in the future, Kim
will be able to get the big scope focused and aligned, and then get some images
of galaxies. But not tonight.
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