Roof.Barometric Pressure.Pink Clouds.Navajo Sandpainting.

I picked up Jay so that he could clean the guest house side of the roof. Which he did. I raked up the pine needles that he swept off the roof, and he took them to the burn pile, but it was too breezy to start the fire.

I had to pack up a Navajo sandpainting that I had sold, and took it to the Post Office.

Then Jay wanted to go into Conroe to get some materials for working on his place. Which we didn't get.


We did go to a couple of thrift shops though, and I bought some burgundy rugs to go in front of my couch. Also a couple of china swans for my swan collection and two more wicker ducks for my duck basket collection. There haven't been any duck baskets for sale for over a year, and now they are showing up again. I don't have room for many more !

It was only just after 11.00am and he wanted to go to the China Buffet. We walked in and waddled out, and weren't really fit for anything after that.

So I took him home, had a nap, then worked on the computer.

My barometer is still at 29.7, and I checked the barometric pressure on our weather site, and mine is accurate. I also learned a few things. Migraines, arthritis, fishing and a lot of things are affected by barometric pressure, so it is a good thing to know.

"Barometric pressure is the pressure of the air (air pressure.) 28-29.99 inches of barometric pressure is a low pressure zone. This means it is likely to rain. Between 30 and 31.99 inches is a high pressure zone, which means it is less likely to rain."

This is a picture I took from my bathroom window through the screen, at 7.20 pm tonight. The setting sun was reflecting on the clouds, and making them pink.

Still no rain, a cooler, but muggy, overcast day.

See Old Friends, and Meet some new "Old Friends"

Jake and Shari, on the left

Arby and Blondie

I was in IVR2 chat room last night looking for Jake, as I have known him for some years and I knew that he was evacuating from his house on High Island, east of Galveston. I had emailed him and offered to let them come here, and had not heard from him. Low and behold I find out from Arby that the four of them are holed up, in their motor homes at the KOA between Conroe and Montgomery, maybe 25 miles from me. So I could go see them.

I left instructions with Ray that he could 'bleach/Super Clean/water' the rest of the fence with the pump-up sprayer, Shay said he could use her pressure washer, and off I went. I had left a message on Jake's phone before I left, and he returned my call as I was on my way there.

We had a good reunion, it was hugs all the way around, and we were so glad to see each other again, especially under better circumstances. The last time I was at High Island, plugged in at their house, was when I was down there to see my dying granddaughter in UTMB Galveston Hospital. She had been hit by a DDD (dam drunk driver). I had my dying little dog with me, who was slated to be PTS the next day, as he had inoperable spleen cancer. I had to unplug my motor home and pull out in the middle of the night to find an emergency animal hospital, as he was obviously suffering, even with the pain meds he was on. So it was great to see Jake and Shari under normal circumstances.

So today, I finally got to meet Arby and his sweet wife Blondie. Jake has a lovely Kountry Star, with two slides, and Arby has a lovely Monaco with four slides, as they fulltime. The only difference I could really see in the amount of room between the two was that Arby has one more couch, in the area where Jake's door is, as you enter Arby's way up front like a bus, right in front of the passenger seat. Jake's you enter behind the passenger seat. Both beautiful motor homes, but bigger than I would want to drive now. I used to drive 40 ft. bus conversions years ago, like in the late 70's, but I wouldn't want to do it again at my age.

After we all said our hugging goodbyes, I went to WalMart and got some shopping done, including a new pressure washer. It was just like the one I had before the Sears one I have now, and it was on sale. $50, you can't beat that.

I quickly stopped at Lowe's garden center and bought 10 treated fence boards, and as I had cold stuff in the truck I drove home with no more stops.

Pressure still dropping as the remnants of Gustav go north west. First picture is yesterday afternoon, and second is this afternoon. But we don't have storms, or rain....yet.

An enjoyable day.

Pressure dropping.Painted Fence. PUGSY'S HOME

The first one I took early this morning, and the second about 4.00pm this afternoon. It feels different outside, too.

I took Shay down to Jay's mother's house, as it is her day to clean there. Jay was going to be there to help her move some furnititure, so they could clean behind it. I picked up MaeMae so that I could groom her. I cannot groom her if Jay is here, as she will not hold still.


Ray and I tried to fix the hose on the pressure washer, but when we tested it, it came apart again, twice. It sounded different too, maybe it is making too much pressure ? I guess I have to buy a new one.

I can still see boards that I need to replace on the fence, but I am not going to drive to the next town with this weather thing going
on. The trees are starting to sway in the wind, and the sky is getting dark.


While Ray was painting the fence, I groomed little old MaeMae.






This afternoon while I was trying to work, there was a loud banging on my door, and the door bell clanging, and it was my son returning my vintage motor home, "Pugsy". It got nicknamed Pugsy, as it used to have big eyelashes over the headlights, and a curly Q antenna on the top rear, and looked like a pug dog. I don't know what has happened to the front bumper it wasn't like that when he took it.
He had borrowed it a couple of years ago to use as a spare bedroom. I used to drive it to work in 1995. But I haven't driven it much since then, as the brake pedal and accelerator have the steering column in between them, and I can't use my left leg for the brakes any more. It is all fiberglass, and so doesn't leak. It is a 19' 1968 Venture Class A made in Banning, CA.

An eventful day.