Weather or Not

CD817633-1264-4850-9EEC-CD1130B2C90FOne of the things I loved about living in the city of San Francisco was its temperate climate. It never gets that cold in the winter nor that hot in the summer. It’s an extremely rare day where it gets to 90°F in the summer or down into the 30s in the winter. Most of the time the temperatures year round range between lows in the upper 40s and low 50s and highs in the 60s or low 70s.

Take today, for example, where the temperature in the section of the city we used to live in was a delightful 71.BF8BBA4A-6905-43F3-914D-8736A3D23E20But a few months back we moved to an East Bay suburb just 35 miles east of our old stomping grounds near Golden Gate Park. And weather-wise, it’s a whole new ballgame. I just got back from walking my dog and it’s HOT outside. How hot is it?BE5F238C-891C-4379-AAAC-E5C290C1FE3EIt’s 101, but the “real feel” is 108! If you can find some shade to stand in, it’s only 99!

I miss San Francisco. Well, the weather, anyway.

Who Won The Week? 03/15/2020

10CC3057-4EEA-4C80-B8C1-700C0FC6C906It’s time for another Who Won the Week prompt. The idea behind Who Won the Week is for you to select who (or what) you think “won” this past week. Your selection can be anyone or anything — politicians, celebrities, athletes, authors, bloggers, your friends or family members, books, movies, TV shows, businesses, organizations, whatever.

I will be posting this prompt on Sunday mornings (my time). If you want to participate, write your own post designating who you think won the week and why you think they deserve your nod. Then link back to this post and tag you post with FWWTW.

This week I am choosing me, Fandango. Yes, that’s right. I won the week. Why am I bestowing this great honor on myself? Because I’m down to one house.

Five and a half weeks ago, my wife and I moved from the “big city” to a relatively small suburb about 35 miles to the east. Two weeks after we vacated our old house, and after some sprucing up and staging, our San Francisco house went on the market.

Could the timing have been any worse? First, the news about this new coronavirus having reached America came out. People were testing positive for the virus, a lot of whom were getting sick, and with some dying. That created a widespread sense of fear, uncertainty, and doubt, also referred to as “FUD.” Then the stock market started falling precipitously, adding to the FUD. People were stocking up on toilet paper and hand sanitizer and pulling their money out of the stock market and stuffing it into their mattresses.

Some industries, including travel and entertainment, began scaling back and jobs were being lost. Schools were being closed, sporting events were being canceled, and large, public gatherings were being banned. Economists were saying we were entering a serious and potentially long term recession. Who buys a new house under those circumstances?

I thought for sure that we were doomed to carry our old house indefinitely. But, for a change, Lady Luck seemed to be smiling down upon us. A week and a half after going on the market, we accepted an offer on our house that, remarkably, was 20% over asking! And a week after that, this past Wednesday, we closed escrow. So now we’re down to one house. Phew!

And that is why I won the week!

And now it’s your turn, folks. Who (or what) do you think won the week?

SoCS — The Sounds of Suburbia

65CBF424-1AF2-4B78-85FF-00E71DD9F819For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has to write about the sounds animals make and how we experience them.

Before I talk about how I experience animal sounds, I have to tell you that I am deaf in my left ear, so my hearing is monaural as opposed to stereo. And that means that I have trouble determining where any sounds, animal or otherwise, are coming from. I also suffer from tinnitus, which is a ringing in the ears, so whatever sounds I do hear out of my one good ear need to be of sufficient volume to be heard over my tinnitus.

I’m also not going to include in this discussion the sounds our cat or dog make — the purring, the meowing, the hissing, the barking, the growling, etc. And I’m not going discuss the sounds of any human animals.

What I am going to discuss in this post are the sounds I hear now that I’m living in the suburbs that I didn’t often hear while living in the city. And mostly, I’m going to talk about the animal sounds I hear at night while walking my dog for her final walk of the day.

Last night, for example, I heard a couple of owls, apparently situated in different trees, hooting back and forth with one another. I periodically hear a high-pitch barking, yipping, or howling sounds that are more like that of a coyote than of a dog. And the sounds of crickets chirping. So many crickets.

About a week ago I heard some sounds outside of my bedroom window, so I got up and looked out of the window, where I saw three deer foraging among my plants in the backyard. I never had deer in my backyard in the city.

What I don’t hear in the ‘burbs that I heard all the time in the city are the 24×7 traffic sounds of cars, buses, or truck and the sirens of ambulances and police cars. I live on a cul de sac now, one with maybe a dozen homes on it. So there’s very little traffic at night. Few cars, no buses or trucks, and I’ve yet to hear any sirens anywhere nearby since we moved here at the beginning of the month.

But those last sounds aren’t animal sounds, are they, so why am I bringing them up at all? Well, it’s just one more difference between the sounds of the city and the sounds of suburbia.

The photo at the top of this post was one my wife took of the sunrise yesterday morning from our living room glass doors at around 6:30.

Please Bear With Me

Dear friends,

4F6571AC-D5A4-4773-81D2-095330481DE3As of yesterday at around noon my time, my wife and I became the proud (?) owners of two homes — the one we are currently living in and the one we’re moving to in about two weeks.

Earlier today I was at our new house way out in the suburbs awaiting some tradespeople that I needed to meet with before we move in. While I was waiting for them to show up, I was looking out of my backdoor, which is actually an oversized sliding glass door, admiring the view. It was a clear morning, and, because our new house is situated near the top of a hill, I could see for miles. It’s quite a different view than we have from our home in the city, which is basically the side of the apartment building behind our house.

But I digress. We have about 10 days to get our belongings all packed up (i.e., our shit together) before the movers show up to empty our current place and move our stuff to the new place. And then, in about a month, after some painting, minor repairs that need attention, and staging, our existing house will be going on the market.

I’m hoping that it will sell within a few weeks and that we’ll close within 30 days of the sale, or about two-and-a-half to three months from now. I don’t relish the idea of paying insurance and utilities on two homes for much longer than that. But, as they say, what will be will be.

Finally, I want to apologize to those of you I follow. With all that’s on my plate right now, I haven’t had sufficient time to go through my reader and read many of your posts. Nor have I been as prolific as I usually am when it comes to publishing my own posts. I’m hoping that within a few weeks of the actual move, we’ll be settled in enough that I can resume reading and posting at my traditional superhuman pace. Until then, please bear with me.

Best regards,


Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt (looking out of my back door), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (clear).