Fandango’s Flashback Friday — November 25th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 25th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on November 25, 2011 on my old blog.

Turkeys and Crabs

Who knew? I suppose that having spent the majority of my 65 years back east (with very brief stints in southern California, Dallas, and Chicago) contributed to my perception that the traditional Thanksgiving dinner across America always involves turkeys. (I’m not talking, for the most part, about those who attend Thanksgiving dinner, but about the main course.)

This year, though, my wife and I are in San Francisco for Thanksgiving and I’ve learned that in this city by the bay, it’s the Dungeness crab, not the turkey, that apparently serves as the Thanksgiving entrée of choice. Sadly for San Franciscans, according to this article in the San Francisco Chronicle, Dungeness crabs are scarce this year.

“Looks like the Bay Area will actually have to eat turkey this Thanksgiving,” the Chronicle article warned. That’s because crab processors are unwilling to pay a penny more than $2 per pound for crab, while the crab fishermen are unwilling to accept anything less than $2.50 per pound.

And so the crab fishermen are not out there catching crabs — at least not Dungeness crabs. Who knows what kind of crabs they are catching now that they have all this free time?

Anyway, this is good news for Dungeness crabs and bad news for turkeys. Hmm, I guess this year the President won’t be granting, in the annual White House tradition, a pardon to a particular Dungeness crab. Oh wait, that presidential pardon is exclusively for turkeys.

I hope everyone had a very pleasant Thanksgiving.

When It Rains It Pours

Do you remember that old idiom, “When it rains, it pours”? It generally means that when something bad happens, other bad things usually happen at the same time. And yet, the marketing geniuses at Morton Salt tried to turn a negative into a positive by implying that Morton Salt was free flowing even in damp, rainy weather.

Speaking about rain, we could sure use some here in the San Francisco Bay Area. The last solid rain we had was in late January and there was a quick skittering of rain on April 25th. And that means that Sunday will mark exactly three months since even a drop of water has fallen from the skies around here.

The Bay Area’s drought condition has worsened following two consecutive dry winters with little chance of rain in the coming months. Most of the region went from the “severe drought” category, the third worst, to the “exceptional drought” category, the worst, in just two months.

At this point, our dreams are for a good drenching, but that is unlikely before late October or November, and by then, residents of the entire Bay Area may be dealing with severe water use restrictions.

Written for these daily prompts from yesterday: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (idiom), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rain), Word of the Day Challenge (skitter), Your Daily Word Prompt (exact), and The Daily Spur (dreams).


Empty-Pocket_TopperFor most of my adult life I thought that the phrase “out-of-pocket” meant paying in cash, often without an expectation of reimbursement. As in, “I went to the bar and bought you guys a round and now I’m out-of-pocket fifty bucks.” It’s also how to describe a cash outlay for healthcare deductibles or copays that aren’t reimbursable from your health insurance provider. As in, “After I pay my deductible, my out-of-pocket costs will be a few hundred bucks.”

But when I spent a few years living and working in Dallas, Texas, I learned that it had a completely different meaning — in Texas, anyway. It meant being out of reach, especially while shirking one’s official duties. As in, “I’m going to be out-of-pocket for the next few days, so don’t bother calling or texting me.”

So why am I telling you this? Well, it’s because starting tomorrow, I’m going to be out-of-pocket for the next week. We are having out-of-town guests staying at our place and my wife and I will be playing unofficial San Francisco Bay Area tour guides. Thus, I will be running around hither and yon showing off to our guests all that this city and the surrounding areas have to offer, leaving me very little time to post, read, and respond to comments, or to read and comment on other bloggers’ posts.

The good news is that I have scheduled in advance my daily FOWC with Fandango one-word prompts. But the bad news is that I may miss other prompts that I normally post each week. And I will also likely miss responding to the word and photo prompts from other bloggers.

But I should no longer be out-of-pocket by next Thursday or Friday, unless you count the money I shelled out-of-pocket in my hosting duties. So, until then, keep the home fires burning for me.

Very Unhealthy

546A4FD3-103F-4520-BEA2-1F3EAD94E4CCSmothered in a thick, sooty blanket of toxic smoke, San Francisco’s air quality index jumped to a jaw-dropping 271 yesterday afternoon.0B55A839-96E6-44D5-BFF4-E4AE2119DBF8The map below shows the air quality in the Bay Area, the purple color showing areas with “very unhealthy air quality.”0F517FC9-76B8-47E5-8E21-795AAF98AB47Unfortunately, forecasters are projecting that residents in the Bay Area shouldn’t expect significant relief from the wildfire smoke-choked air until next week.

627DBEBE-33D5-4595-A39C-2D0A2DA97020Here’s me yesterday afternoon wearing my respirator mask as I am out walking my dog. Wildfire smoke can irritate your eyes, nose, throat, and lungs. Hence, a lot of people in the area are wearing masks whenever they have to go outside.

The fire in Butte County, located about 150  miles north northeast of San Francisco, has already claimed 71 lives so far, destroyed more than 142,000 acres in Northern California, and over 1,000 people are now listed as missing.

But don’t worry. Donald Trump will be coming to California today to meet with victims of the massive wildfires. Trump said he also wants to meet with firefighters who have been battling the Camp Fire in Butte County.

No doubt his trip to California will clear the air.