Harvey Chronicles: Post 4–Anticlimax Welcome Wednesday, Aug 30 2017 

Harvey came ashore early this morning west of here and has been ambling his way up the western side of the state.  This morning, the sun shone brightly inbetween spotty showers, and the weatherman seems to be leaning toward giving us a “coast is clear” declaration.  The skies this afternoon have turned to breezy tropical mist—-it looks nasty

Photo on 8-30-17 at 2.16 PM

This photo shows the air filled with a grainy tropical mist this afternoon.  Yukky but harmless.

(because it is nasty!), but it’s not dangerous.

Southeast Texas, from Houston to the Golden Triangle and the mid-to-upper coast, is still reeling, though fortunately the rain even is finished.  We are blessed to be spared their fate.  Seeing their catastrophic plight dampens the joy that we feel about coming out so well just 90+ miles away.

Harvey Chronicles: Post 3–Look who’s coming to our house. Tuesday, Aug 29 2017 

We have no right to complain when we look at the plight of southeast Texas.  That’s one reason we’re not going to bemoan the fact that Harvey’s second landfall plot will bring the storm into South Louisiana and northeastward to its eventual death up in the mid-Mississippi Valley.  The center should pass just west of our house as a weak tropical storm sometime tomorrow.


We’re back in the cone again!  We’ll shake our fist at Harvey as he passes through the neighborhood.

Oddly, that’s exactly the scenario we were fretting about the end of last week when some of the NHC’s models were sending the landfafllen storm back into the Gulf and then northeast into Louisiana.  The NHC didn’t buy that solution for the first several days after landfall, but we’ve seen the trend returning to the weathermen’s concensus for a couple of days now.  Today, the prognosticators are on board with a Louisiana landfall, so here we go.

The dry air the storm’s circulation ingested yesterday is still working its weakening magic, so the rain bands have been fewer and farther between.  The sun shone off and on for most of the morning, so much that I mowed the grass after going for a jog, which was almost refreshing, given the brisk northeasterly breeze feeding into the storm’s center down in the Gulf.  It felt more like jogging in October than August.

Tomorrow’s D-Day, but it will hopefully pass  anticlimactically, given the disaster to our neighbors in Texas.  We’ll see what happens.








Harvey Chronicles: Post 2 Monday, Aug 28 2017 

The rain slacked off by bedtime Sunday night and didn’t really get going again until the wee hours of this Monday morning.  When I got up at 6:45, the rain gauge measured .64.  A persistent rain band set in over the area and doused us good all morning.  The most riveting entertainment on TV was the live, on-air Dopplar radar coverage of  several tornado warnings around the region.  Thank God we missed out on all of the spinning weather.

By mid-day, still, the gauge only measured 2.17.  On a normal day, that would have been a heavy rain  event, but by Harvey standards, it pales against the deluge drama going on in southeast Texas and  other parts of southwest Louisiana.  We reason that we came out this morning about as well as we could have.


Richard’s Gulley from the footbridge on the jogging trail after lunch: The coulee is choked but not overflowing.  BUT—-one gully-washing rain band and these banks will overflow into people’s homes like they did in August last year.

After lunch, a dry slot in the pattern displaced the rain band that trained over us all morning, so we took advantage of the lull to make a grocery run.  We really didn’t need anything in particular—-we mainly needed to get out of the house after the gray, dreary hours of confinement.

I gambled on the lull lasting long enough to allow a jogging workout, so I struck out on the neighborhood trail and just about pulled it off, but about a quarter of a mile from home at the end of the run, a rain squall caught me.  The squall  fairly drenched me, but no problem, because I had been sweating profusely anyway.  It felt kinda good.

We keep reminding ourselves that today is just another episode in this saga.  The rain bands to the south and west are lining up and evolving again in this direction.  The main event is yet to come as Harvey will eventually begin his slow trek out of Texas and into western and northern Louisiana.  As happy as we are that today went OK, the worrisome concern for the rest of the week dampens any impulse to rejoice too long or too loudly.

More episodes to unfold between today and Friday, when we hope Harvey becomes history.  Will that day ever come?  And what lies between now and then?  There’s really no fun in days like this.











Harvey Journal: Post 1–It’s raining hard! Sunday, Aug 27 2017 

We watched the development and path of Hurricane Harvey all last week until it made landfall Friday night (night before last).  Then last night, the devastating floods began in southeast Texas.  We’re nervously watching the progression of the flood mess into this afternoon and the rest of the week.  Only God knows what’s in store, but since Inventio serves as a chronicle, well, this may be (sadly) worth chronicling.  I posted the following on Facebook this afternoon after the rains began setting in here in South Louisiana.

IMG_1185Sunday afternoon patio view: Doesn’t look like we’ll need sun screen this next week. Such will be our view until Thursday or so, it appears, as the storm  progresses like a very patient snail.

If we could take some of the floods away to help our family and friends in Texas, I know we would. But Mother Nature seems intent on multiplying and spreading the misery rather than dividing it into lesser portions.

The days ahead could be interesting in a not-so-good way.

Wonderful Words of Life Tuesday, Aug 22 2017 

We were thrilled last weekend to visit Zach’s and Trisha’s premier worship service of the Ark Church-Huntsville.  More than just participating in the service, we were proud that both our son and our daughter-in-law were on stage with the praise band, leading the20882677_10214265272324322_6584399790418984499_n loud, spirited worship set.  Zach’s on the far right, playing guitar, and Trisha is right in the middle in the background playing  keyyboard.

When our kids were little, they delighted us playing ball games.   Now that they’re grown, they delight us playing what a hymn lyricist of a former century called “wonderful words of life.”

We are blessed.!

Summer-where, over the rainbow…there’s a land that I dream of … Tuesday, Aug 15 2017 

The school year began a week ago, and I’m still in shock at the loss of summer.  Yes, the weather is still hot and August is officially a month of the summer, but I have to get up each morning and go to work.


Vacation is the natural state of man, right?  Why can’t it last?

No fun.

In this retirement phase 1, I’ve found summer 2017 to be far too relaxing.

I’m spoiled.

I’m beginning to wonder why every month shouldn’t resemble June/July.

Gettin’ closer to the REAL end . . .







The Master of Ease Tuesday, Aug 8 2017 

IMG_1172Yep, that’s my new title for Marley the Dog: the “Master of Ease.”  Like most dogs, he’s  a marvel of laziness. In fact, out of the 24 hours in a day, he’s active for maybe three.

The rest of the hours, not to worry!

He does come alive at meal time.  He’s also a ferocious defender of the backyard turf, like when a four-wheeler or a cat passes through the alley, a neighbor walks a dog or strolls a baby on the street, or a squirrel invades the inner sanctum of the back yard.  He barks and fusses with fury in twenty or thirty second spurts.

But the problem with his watch dog service is that he’s hardly ever on duty.  He is terribly guilty, literally, of sleeping on the job.

Yes, the Master of Ease.  What a life!




Another School Year Dawns: 37 Down, ___ to Go Friday, Aug 4 2017 


Elements of the summer-time patio dwelling routine.

Alas! Today marks the last weekday morning patio party of summer 2017: Come Monday, I’ll return to the rhythm of the academic calendar with the start of my 38th school year working in colleges and schools.

I’ll miss my leisurely summer routine: coffee on the patio with the morning news, a morning jog, yard chores before the sun gets too hot, and afternoons hanging out with Sarah.  But the thought is more than pleasant  that I have options in this sunset phase of the career.  Thank God, I’m free of the administrative stresses of running the Continuing Education at LSUE, from which retirement relieved me two years ago; moreover, now that I’m 65, Medicare and Social Security-eligible, I can walk away into permanent retirement whenever the school work ceases to be fulfilling.

Meanwhile, no regrets.  Gotta love the calling!



Gotta love the calling!